Censorship – Poetry

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Censorship

by Talin Mari

 

My words will never be censored,

They will echo in everyone’s ears.

My words will tell all the stories,

The ones that no one wants to hear.

 

My words are the truths that I see,

They are hidden among the crowd.

My words paint a colorful picture,

The ones that look clearer at night.

 

Censorship breeds hate in this world,

Acceptance is a word we must know.

Censorship breeds lack of innovation,

Acceptance is the path to our liberty.

 

 

Avant-Garde Writer – Poem

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Avant-Garde Writer

By Talin Mari

 

I write in the dark like the avant-garde,

Moving from café to café without regard.

With my coffee cup always on my side,

I write feverishly throughout the night.

 

My dreams and ambitions floating about,

One word at a time I think is only allowed.

Chaos forms as I think of the past times,

Write, write, write them all in these lines.

 

No longer caring about a given structure,

I am the avant-garde destined to revolt.

The rhymes becomes non-existent here,

As I realize that it is I that am the change.

 

Rise up and create your own destination,

Be your own life’s unconventional rebel.

These are the thoughts that run rampant,

As I write in the dark like an avant-garde.

 

A Tearful Traveller – A Tearful Poem

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A Tearful Traveller

by Talin Mari

 

Today, I travel to places unknown,

Today, I travel without leaving home.

 

Minutes pass and all I do is wonder,

Am I the reason for my destruction?

Minutes pass and the tears continue,

How can I stop my world from me?

 

When I was blinded by simplicity,

Life continued to pass without hurt,

When I was blinded by not leaving,

Life continued to pass for all but me.

 

Now, I am left alone in my own world,

Now, I am left without friends and torn.

 

No friends,

No love,

No direction.

 

Where do I go?

Why am I left abandoned?

 

I wish I could stop my unexpected trip,

I wish I could stop my imprisoned self.

 

Do I really want to be my artificial self?

 

It’s time to travel alone on this journey,

No one can read my mind on this trip,

It’s time to mute the noises from outside,

No one can really bear my true feelings.

Poetic Blog – Essence of Love

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Essence of Love
by Talin Mari

The essence of love is indescribable,
There are no mixtures ever planned.
The harmony in the heart is inevitable,
There is only fate that mixes its parts.

Love produces rays of colors unseen.
Love provides boundless inspiration.
Love pairs couples that never existed.
Love paves the path to our existence.

Marching for Sorrow – A Poem for Humanity

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Marching for Sorrow

By Talin Mari

 

Through the depths of desperation, I walk with hope.

Through the hills, lifelessly abandoned, I nod my head.

What is to become of the life that I once loved so dear?

What is to happen to all those that lived without fear?

 

I walk with my head hung low.

I walk as my legs endlessly ache.

I walk because I have no choice.

 

Hope begins to fade as I hear the echoes of my steps.

Hope becomes my enemy as I see many fall behind me.

When will I wake from this day that I feel will be my last?

When will I next hear the precious laugh of my daughter?

 

My heart aches from the emptiness.

My heart aches from the lives lost.

My heart aches because of my pain.

 

Secretly, I remember how I had hidden my precious love.

Secretly, I remember how I told my neighbor where she was.

Would the neighbor save my only love left, my young child?

Would she feel the kindness in her heart, despite her leader?

 

My mind drifts among the hills.

My mind empties among fear.

My mind hurts when it thinks.

 

“Stop!” the man yells with an overpowering mocking holler.

“Stop!” the man approaches us with his sword unleashed.

Am I to see the day of light again among my favorite friends?

Am I to walk among these hills again with my love, my child?

 

Silence surrounds me.

Silence fills these hills.

Silence is within me.

 

Goodbye my love….

 

The End

Armenian Hope – A Poem

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“Armenian Hope”

by Talin Mari

Time changes, history stands still,

We move forward, we remember.

Our souls unite as one entity,

A purpose, a vision, a reality.

Staying strong, never forgetting,

Leaving the weakness behind.

Time changes, history stands still,

We move forward, we remember.

Our history…

A plea for humanity…

Our ancestors…

Enduring the atrocity…

Our seeds…

Creating the future…

Our hope…