happy world poetry day!

Hola, amigos (hello)! Feliz Dia Mundial de la Poesia (Happy Wolrd Poetry Day)! Lo siento, no he publicado en mucho tiempo (sorry I haven't posted in a long time). Esparamos que disfrute de mi poema (hope you like my poem). Todo esto es en espanol en (all of this is in Spanish). Utilice el traductor de Google (I used Google Translate).

What should have been sunshine

Turned into snow;

What should have been laughter

Turned into boredom;

Spring's arrival is a shocker

A major storm took over the light;

"Why now?", everyone asks,

Winter is gone for the year;

My answer is:

Winter's final gift is deliverd,

To make up for the lost fun of last winter

It's not much, but it reflects the strange weather the day after the vernal equinox.

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Anger is red Beautiful and deadly It wreaks havoc With no determined end Passion is orange All-consuming and blind It drives you forward Until the ground gives way Content is yellow Peaceful and bright It lures you in An enchanting dream Sickness is green Disgusting and vile It holds you in its death grip Fingers tightening like a noose Hope is blue Mirror of the sky It keeps you afloat Makes you soar Indigo is fear Irrational and deep It pulls you back A shadow in your mind Pride is violet Arrogance and ego It chains you to the top With silver words and golden trophies Death is black Dark and empty It counts down like a bomb An ugly truth White is life Pure and unadulterated It’s a million miracles A beautiful lie

Insomnia

Fear We keep it to ourselves Even as it plagues us in our slumber Even when it rises with the morning sun Anger We explode with our emotions An uncontrollable reality Of what we can become Rumination Fruitless nights spent on thoughts that collide A tendency to look At the half-empty glass And you ask why I can't sleep?

aditi's simple thoughts (original)

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