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.

 

 

Poetry for Time, the Soul, and Love

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Time for the Soul
by Talin Mari

Time calms the tumultuous soul,
Creating echoes of distant waves.
Time heals the hurtful exchanges,
Creating memories with its words.

Despite feeling the calming tides,
The new time is no longer the same.
Despite hearing the healing words,
The new time is only a fake reality.

With time, change is only desired,
With time, living means to be alive,
With time, freedom is yearned for,
With time, love is the only solution.

Life changes the events set in time,
Life moves the soul unexpectedly,
Life finds the hidden puzzled love,
Life evolves our bewildered souls.

The End

The Beast and the Rose – Poetry

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The Beast and the Rose
by Talin Mari

The rose petals fell one by one,
The tempest was heading west,
Unable to control this calamity,
It hugged each petal at its best.

The Beast who mourned the rose,
Witnessed the tempest’s arrival,
Cried to God to stop the damage,
The rose petals unable to submit.

The angelic Beauty stood not afar,
She glanced at the dropped petals,
Her eyes illuminating her presence,
The tempest sprint away mystified.

The Beast who mourned the rose,
Hugged each lost petal at his best,
The angelic Beauty saw from afar,
Her eyes mended all of the petals.

The End

Poetry to Break Free and Dream

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Thickened Bars
By Talin Mari

These thickened bars enclose my dreams,
Haunting me as I stare at their enclosure.
What fear is it that I must try to overcome?
Why do I feel apprehensive to break free?

These thickened bars hide my true being,
Masking me of my desired future passion.
What transformation must I still undergo?
Why do I want to hide and stay concealed?

These thickened bars are my true enemies,
Restraining me from believing in my abilities.
What have I done to create these rigid bars?
Why do I not choose to simply shatter them?

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

Why Now? Writer or Not

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We all go through a phase when life takes over.  The unexpected takes priority and it becomes a feat to make us move out of the ditch that we have found ourselves, immobile and helpless. Maybe that happens to be a little too dramatic, but it sure feels like a ditch full of cement that has immobilized us from moving forward.  These moments offer us a time of reflection.  A time to decide whether the choices we have made are correct.  When everything seems to be perfect is when this unexpected creeps in and all we can say is, “why now”?

 

I read an article where the author said that a true writer should be able to write 5,000 words per day.  In an idealistic world, full of butterflies, serene landscapes, and creeks, I suppose that would be true.  Unfortunately, we live in a world of ever changing ideas and situations.  We learn to adapt to these changes, but our love of writing is put on hold when other priorities knock it into the ditch.

 

Writing evolves.  It not only evolves while we edit, as many may infer, but it also evolves as we grow older and we learn through our experiences.  It is most important that we do not decide that there really is cement in the ditch.  It is important to realize that the event that put our writing on hold may really be the inspiration to our next creation… our next work of art.  After all, writing is like art because it is an expression of the moment and all the experiences that create that moment.

 

Do not let anyone stop you from writing.  The ditch that you may have fallen in is only temporary.  Believe in yourself and in your love of writing so that you can break free from the cement that is holding you in place….

Rise – A Poem to Unchain the Soul

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“Rise”

by Talin Mari

 

Days pass as we come to realize,

The moments we shared are gone.

Days pass as we quite slowly rise,

From the tears we wept till dawn.

 

It is said that you will never leave,

You are bound to me for eternity.

It is said that you are what I perceive,

Your vicious intentions haunt me.

 

I have risen above these shackles,

You have tried to chain on my soul.

I have risen above the recollections,

You have tried to bury in the hole.

 

Rise.

Break these chains.

Rise.

Embrace memories.

Rise.

Live life unchained.

 

I am now strong again,

I will be able to dream….