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My Immortal | Mehak Gupta Grover - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

My Immortal | Mehak Gupta Grover

The allure of my existence,
the power of my nurturing,
my happiness, my chirpiness,
the reason of me- being me.

The affinity of my mother,
the propensity of my father,
the wanton mischief of my siblings,
the benevolence of My family.

Then, one day I had to furlough
for a new beginning.
Bequeathing behind my eternal part
the part that completed me.

Eventually, I somehow balanced
and evolved into a new identity.
Giving away my babyish persona
and turning into a noblewoman.

I accepted this mutation
of melancholy and jumbled emotions
that preceded my heart
to an obscure way.

I lead a blithesome excursion
of gaiety and benevolence.
Still, a fragment of me
seek for it’s fullness.

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Lake View | Langley Shazor

If I may be so bold
Allow me to speak candidly
I am at a loss as to what friends are
Anyone who has ever been in my inner circle
Has tried to sabotage my life
Hurt me
Or walked away and left me stranded
Is this the degree of what friendship means?
Is this the measure of what a friendship is?
Perhaps all friends are temporary
Existing only to fill a void in whatever state a person currently
lives
There was a time when I was less than reputable
And only looked to serve my own interests
But even in that state
I could be counted on
Still
I faltered, as we all do
I have let people down
Could you consider this my comeuppance?
You reap what you sow
And there is always a harvest
I must first ration the poor work I have done
Before I can feast on the fruits of good labor
All things in turn maybe?
As painful as this is
It all circles back to me
I want to blame all of you for your blatant disregard for my feelings
Knowing full well I have scorned others similarly
Thinking back on who I was
Contemplating on who I am
Determining who I want to be
It is clear that each of those phases requires growth
And there are always growing pains
So I must be the first to examine myself
Let my conduct be the example
That I may continue to sow goodness, peace, charity, love
One day, there will be nothing left of a poor harvest
The famine will have subsided
Generosity reciprocated
But until that time
I will sift through varying degrees of rotten
In hopes of finding a small piece of nourishment
The old will pass away
Leaving the new
Revealing better
We will be better

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These Things Prove It | Carol Gilman

The ants are back.
The dove is gone.
I hear you clearing your throat.
This means everything is doomed.
I am doomed.
These things prove it.

I hear a baby bird chirping to be fed.
I smile.

This means that everything is okay.
I remind myself that I am not doomed.
That I can change my thinking and response to things happening around me.

It’s annoying the ants are back. I can handle it.
I am sad about the dove. I can feel that sadness.
I hear you clearing your throat. That’s what is happening. That is what you are doing. It has nothing to do with me and who I am.

These things, my thoughts, prove it.

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