The frozen river you can’t see,

It flows through your eyes,

How delicate it may be you won’t feel it,

You shan’t see the feeling it becomes,

Those noises it squeals,

That may turn through strong desires,

You can’t touch in such approach,

From the lightest touch it feels,

The atmosphere it absorbs,

Surrounds the area with great pain ambience,

You see this for...

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The truth you’ve hid beneath the ocean,

Never has come in sights of the pirates above,

They claim the seas not knowing what you hid below,

Roaring around with treasures from the above,

Just not knowing me deep below,

Has led broken connections between them and me,

Time passes, kingdom rises,

The ocean is forgotten,

But they were nothing close to it,

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We are equal, but with diverse ways and meaning of life,
We are equal, but end with same manner in this life,

At least our fate make us equal to each other, in this life,

We stumble upon the unknown end,
As if it’s a new place or planet,
That we would be going to discover,
As we go, we can’t come back,

Our community is large,
But with less friends,
As we consi...

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That slippery slime,

That crawls out of damp places,

In the sorrowful night,

It wishes to find a home,

A home of vegetables is like a dream,

If it was a dream like no wonder any slug likes one,

When they crawl out in the day light,

In the garden full of vegetables,

Their dream becomes one.

Sarah Shahzad, November 2019 Short Poems About Life

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Those birds that roamed free,

Endless flights filled with glee,

They glide over the trees,

Flying side to side with the breeze,

Above the deserts, they can reach,

Following the wind that they preach,

Finding the oasis that they screech,

Under the clouds that breach,

A glimpse of their prey,

They plunge headfirst at bay,

Stumble and...

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The sky felt dense,

The mood it gave off,

Like moths in hue,

And butterflies in pale,

The showering of haze,

Over us at ease,

It’s not seen,

And there I won’t be seen,

The morning routine,

Of the everlasting gloom,

The day stuck in reprises,

And another one it seems,

It flies by scoring petrified faces,

Clipping by the nests,

It sta...

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