Lady Bird
Lady Bird
Feb 11

thoughts are draining
from every inch of my mind
yet I can't find the last line

I'm slaving at my desk
racking my brain for
the perfect words

my soul is sucked dry
not one single drop of
inspiration for me to try

#words   #soul   #line   #inspiration   #dry   #single   #desk   #drop   #sucked   #slaving  

A boy may clement
uniquely this role
with unequivocal height
he only instill insight
and achieve with a hardship
his resolve short of abandonment
while remiss with quiver  
to shake, shiver and quake
always trim the alabaster
with an ecumenical salve.

#best   #line   #shower   #baum   #gilead  

Where do they draw the line?
Things are not suitable for the times,
Some things so not funny, eh!
But acceptable norms do change,
As through the media we range........

Feedback welcome.
#drawing   #the   #line  

A stranger looked at my palm,
I thought it would not do me harm,
What is this she's telling me?
When the future is a mystery,
What is in my life line,
A tracing of a lifetime.....

Feedback welcome.
#life   #line   #a  

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  
thehiddenwriter
thehiddenwriter
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 ! ❤
For more poems reach out to Instagram @thehiddenwriter
#poem   #life   #faith   #past   #new   #line   #last   #sorrows   #christmas   #year  
Vexren4000
Vexren4000
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  
sunflower
sunflower
Nov 28, 2016

lines,
the curves of your neck, your eyelashes that flutter.
color,
the brown in your eyes, the barely there pink of your chapped lips.
texture,
the bumps on your cheeks, the smoothness of your hands.
space,
the width of your shoulders, the space between your eyebrows.
shape,
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  
Vyscern
Vyscern
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  
 
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