Clear Hearts and Minds | Short Poem No. 75

Take a breathe a think with clear hearts and minds
before regrets fill up all of our time. “

Clear hearts and minds
Photo by Joe Caione on Unsplash

I just wanna stop and take a minute.
I just wanna stop and say how I feel.
And I just wanna stop to get with it.
And I just wanna say it all for real.

Let’s stop with all the ambiguity.
Let’s not be afraid to speak with our hearts.
Just meet face-to-face and speak plain to me.
Chains are only as strong as their weak parts.

When times are hard I just wanna close up.
Don’t give me nothing I don’t wanna take.
Time to walk away ’cause I’ve had enough.
Don’t give me nothing I don’t wanna make.

Take a breathe and think with clear hearts and minds
before regrets fill up all of our time.

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Loneliness is a Gateway | Collaboration No. 1

Sometimes loneliness is a gateway. . .

Fellow poets, this is a collaboration I did with the blog “I Refuse to Give Up” by Sakshi and my blog, “Writing with Strangers.” This was my first collaboration. I hope you enjoy. . .

Sakshi: Italics
Me: Non Italics

Loneliness is a Gateway
Source of Image: Pinterest

Amidst the hustle bustle

Of those crowded streets

A million smiles

Guffaws and squeals

Alone but not lone

On streets and at home

Just a feeling that I feel

Hoping it will heal. . .

The gurgling water stream

Bringing a sense of calm 

But heart still yearns

For its soul’s balm

I feel at home in nature,

the earth gives me nurture.

Is it wrong to feel more okay

when people are away?

Peace is achieved

When quiesce is embraced 

Maybe loneliness 

Is a gateway.

© Sakshi Gangwani & Joey Blue/writingwithstrangers.com, 2019, except where noted. All rights reserved.

We’re All In This Together | Short Poem No. 70

we're all in this together
Photo by Clay Banks on Unsplash

Dear poets, we’re all in this together.
But what we have here, it’s sometimes unclear.
We’re cut from a different piece of leather.
You think that I’m crazy; I think you’re weird.

See, some don’t like religiosity.
Some love gods I’ve never heard of before.
And some are introverts – I used to be.
You say “Hello” and they slam back the door.

Some of us are lonely, sitting depressed.
Some are looking to give their life substance.
Some of us have feelings to put to rest,
while some just want to give writing a chance.

But if you want to make this whole thing last,
leave a comment below and I’ll write back.

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