Soul found in this world of old,
May not be what you have been told.
To find a soul,
As old as mine, would be a journey.
A mission finished in time,
While running on faded blurred out lines.
To find a soul,
as old as mine.
I would have to run the lines of time,
to see the soul, waiting there.
Waiting there for me.

#love   #sad   #happy   #reality   #soul   #me   #line   #age   #faded   #ancient  
Dec 25, 2016

Christmas has come ,
another year has passed and
another is yet to come ,
things have been lost and
things are yet to come but , who knows
what in life will be done .
5 days you have to pack your past ,
leave all the burdens and sorrows
and yet a different light cast .
Pray a little not to God but yourself
for you deserve not the better but the best ,
Believe and have a little faith in life
and eventually everything will fall in line.

Wishing you a very merry Christmas ! ❤
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#poem   #life   #faith   #past   #new   #line   #last   #sorrows   #christmas   #year  
Dec 2, 2016

A grim hymn is what I sing,
a cold line recited from no place of feeling.
A condition to be met.
A world that melts away,
At the hands of age.

#love   #life   #reality   #line   #magic   #meaning   #coldness   #hymn   #grimm   #grimace  
Nov 29, 2016

self destruction of words was
a ligament that only you used
it was like a swarm of mosquitoes
stinging your cold skin
a dictionary baptizing  flames
an electric fume going through your throat
a sickening achievement that caused you
to leave me exposed

there's a story between every line i write
but my poetry isn't always about me
#love   #self   #words   #poet   #story   #line   #emotion   #destruction   #achievement   #exposed  
Nov 28, 2016

the curves of your neck, your eyelashes that flutter.
the brown in your eyes, the barely there pink of your chapped lips.
the bumps on your cheeks, the smoothness of your hands.
the width of your shoulders, the space between your eyebrows.
the way your shadow looks as the spotlight's on you.

van gogh, da vinci, munch, and michelangelo,
they'd all be ashamed,
for they could never make art in the form of you.

for these are all the elements that make up the masterpiece that is you.
#love   #art   #space   #line   #color   #form   #painting   #texture   #elements   #shape  
Sukanya Sinha Roy
Sukanya Sinha Roy
Oct 20, 2016

My wish more than my wonder...
Do you feel it when I touch you with a virtual touch?
Through this endless radius calibrated in miles?
Through our wake and sleep in opposite world clocks of time?
Do you hear that clang of Something merging Somewhere?
Chunks of you and me,
A noiseless meteorite collision in a deaf space,
An alien vacuum pulsating with wavelengths of shared reverence ,
Birthing an uncanny nucleus, a chain reaction for thirsting,
Helpless effervescence in the test tube of rights and wrongs,
This peculiar rejoinder of an organic equation,
Our mutual diamond delicately concealed in the coal-d heart of commandments.
I try to simplify, turning to basic mathematics for hope,
Learnt in nascent classrooms, a straight line- shortest distance between two points,
sit down to draw one, between us, juvenilely trying to connect you to me,
I stop, when I realise, that I cannot even do that,
for I have lost myself.

Can you tell me where?

#lost   #line   #distance  
Oct 12, 2016

Walking through the mist
Barely seeing anything but haunting faces,
Making me feel as though I am a time traveller,
Caught in a present where he does not belong,
As an integral part of an experiment he had no choice in joining,
And when he hits the line between chaos and order
With enough force to divorce such fault, and mix it,
It becomes himself.

It becomes me

So thank God for this mist
That I may not see the evil that is me,
And live the good that is the rest

Funnily enough, inspired by showering. Weird, huh? the "mist" is just steam from a 30-minute long, more than warm shower
#future   #time   #good   #past   #evil   #line   #order   #present   #chaos   #fault  
Oct 11, 2016

I want to write about you poetically,
But you don't deserve my time.

So why do I give it to you?
#poetry   #time   #battle   #fight   #one   #line   #simple   #losing  
Peter Balkus
Peter Balkus
Oct 9, 2016

On the tube,
on the Jub-
ilee line,
feeling fine.
Almost fine.
Out of ten - nine,
or maybe eight,
if not seven.
Tube ain't heaven
more like hell,
feeling unwell
I'd give it six
out of ten,
no, five, man,
four, or less,
three, it's a mess
crowdy, jeez,
two I'd give,
one, oh, no,
getting worse,
can't breath now,
zero out
of ten, ouch,
let me out,
let me out!

#poem   #line   #london   #underground   #tube   #jubilee  
Oct 1, 2016

I guess                     up
I could trip
the stairs  of
my mind
in time
to find
the line

I shouldn't have crossed.

you know the one.
#line   #crossed  
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