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A JOURNEY by THE PLUTONIC WRATH

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theplutonicwrath

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Poems about the different situations one may come across in this great journey.
To all the readers, read it more than once to find out the true meaning and let me know in the comment section. Don't hesitate to tell the truth, I RESPECT EVERYONE'S OPINION AND THOUGHTS.
AND YEAH I'M STILL LEARNING...

"journey isn't always that beautiful, 
but beauty has two components..."

POEMS by THE PLUTONIC WRATH (SHREYA BARAI)All Rights Reserved

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RIVULETS OF THOUGHTS - Cascading emotions by HarishVaid

I am a Poet, surfing the rainbows... Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes. I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies. Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders, "Will the same butterflies return to the flower?" It wonders. I am the thief who thieved the fire, to set the ideas ablaze, I stole the rains too, I had to flood the despondent deserts. But Metaphors I'd just borrow, they would never be mine. Metaphors can't be tamed, they belong to poetry, not poets. I roam unescorted and unaccompanied. I'm just exploring. Whilst, really there is nothing to find. "Sshh!" There is everything to find... Yet I roam... As a Poet. I roam. The wilderness, of the mind, the canyons of consciousness. -Harish Vaid harishvaid1986@gmail.com A collection of Poems, of the unusual sort. Read along for poems ranging from Love to Life, General to Abstract, Random to Insane. Intended to be an ongoing series. "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo Da Vinci Love all... Love you all. "Amor Vincent Omnia"

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐲 by Mayaajaaal

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If It Wasn't For You by mrh_55

You never know what you will come across in life, rather if it'll be your future husband or wife. I've developed an entire new view, if it wasn't for you. You'll travel my journey line by line. Come along for the ride. Live in someone else's shoes for once. Some is real; some is fake. But not everyone experiences the same things.

𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐒 by purpleraain_

After surviving the streets and a brutal attack, Duke and Brooklyn face new battles-inside and out. As old wounds resurface and loyalties are tested, their love is pushed to the edge. Will they hold on, or lose everything they've fought for? © 𝑷𝑼𝑹𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑨𝑰𝑵 _ Published: 10-10-24 End:-

Morgan's POV by ThugBunny_

A peek inside my mind of what I go through but never say out loud. This is the closest my poems will go out to the world but this is a small step in the right direction. I hope you like it here. 🌷

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐙𝐑𝐀 by LUVRSDIARY

For her son, she'll find the strength to let go, love again & rebuild.

Madness by Nocturnal_wonders

Mind is a wonderful thing.. it's something that makes us-humans, different from one another. We all have a nose,a mouth, two hands, two feet, two eyes, one head-it's the mind inside that head that makes a difference. It's the mind that decides our character, it decides our actions, it defines our life,it's our mind that makes us love or hate something or someone. People aren't all bad or all good.. they have a touch of both but it's the mind that tricks us into loving or hating a person. Most of the times we don't actually love a person, we love the image of the person that our mind creates based on our memories with that person & same goes for the hate as well, we have bad memories with a person, we have a bad image of the person which leads to us hating that particular individual. We don't see people for who they actually are, we don't see the world for what it actually is, we merely see the image of it that our mind has created, the world for us is nothing more than an illusion. Our own personal illusion.. What's funny is that no one's ever going to know your illusion-your world as it is for you.. Despite all of the brilliant illusions that our mind creates, mind itself is the greatest creation of the mother nature. Without mind-this great tool, there would've been no cell phones, no television, no books, no music, no love, no hate, no life. nothing! But in reality, the mind is but a twisted yarn of madness. Yet every mind is great in itself. And didn't they say..? "No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness" -with love, Harika

The Us I Thought We Were ↹ [Poetry] by hannahgems

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RIVULETS OF THOUGHTS - Cascading emotions

I am a Poet, surfing the rainbows... Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes. I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies. Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders, "Will the same butterflies return to the flower?" It wonders. I am the thief who thieved the fire, to set the ideas ablaze, I stole the rains too, I had to flood the despondent deserts. But Metaphors I'd just borrow, they would never be mine. Metaphors can't be tamed, they belong to poetry, not poets. I roam unescorted and unaccompanied. I'm just exploring. Whilst, really there is nothing to find. "Sshh!" There is everything to find... Yet I roam... As a Poet. I roam. The wilderness, of the mind, the canyons of consciousness. -Harish Vaid harishvaid1986@gmail.com A collection of Poems, of the unusual sort. Read along for poems ranging from Love to Life, General to Abstract, Random to Insane. Intended to be an ongoing series. "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo Da Vinci Love all... Love you all. "Amor Vincent Omnia"