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Daya 6d
Do you ever stop…
and really look?
Feel the breeze through your fingers,
hear little kids laughing as they run,
watch an old couple window shopping?
A pregnant mother,
a girl and her dog on a bench,
sneaking him her ice cream—
Do you feel the flowers bloom?
Do you let the rain kiss your face?
Do you hear the waves crash?
Do you notice old friends catching up,
girls in their twenties joined by the hip,
an old man enjoying the sun?
I see it all.
And I’m asking you—
look with me,
feel it with me,
let yourself notice
how alive love and life can be.
minisha 7d
Frigidity wounded the tender palms,
numbness nestled in beards,
crystals of snow hung from her earrings;
all now photographs that have creased.

The souls stare into the windows once mistaken for walls,
recalling their shadows chained to the stagnant snow,
but the seasons are meant to spiral,
and amidst the mosses osculated by winters,
there bloomed petals adorned by renewal.

Some cling tight to the yarn,
afraid of pointed crystals shredding the weave,
while some recall the cold, garbed in a tender sweater —
the tender sweater spun by bleeding hands,
pricked by needles and lost amongst the threads.

Once one with the pine tree,
trembling in a blizzard,
they now converse of and with past,
clad in fabrics of rejuvenation.
(wrote this for a poetry comp. but couldnt win, haha)
Sora Sep 12
Once, on a journey that is yet to be known,
I crossed the paths made for grey and stone.
The winds warp with every step,
The light of the moon and stars befall upon me,
Like silk trapped within a web.

Not twice do eyes here close for the night,
As they keep watch for clusters
Of imagination, or light.
The dreams here seem to drip
With liquid mercury and gold,
The shadows dance in the absence
Of bedtime stories told.

They say one shall not pass upon this city
Without the chance to grieve,
Yet, the shallow feelings devoid of warmth
And sleep have many more places to be.
sleepless nights now turned a place.
Parisha Jul 12
He never knew the storms he calmed,
With just a glance, a laugh, a smile.
He never knew how deep I sank,
Until his light reached me, quiet, and kind.

Last night, sleep refused to come —
I waited, stared, held back a sigh.
Just hoping he might say a word,
Or send a sign, a soft reply.

But morning came with empty air,
He didn’t show — and I just stared.
At benches, books, the teacher’s voice,
While colours drained from everywhere.

He never knew how much it hurt,
To sit and smile, pretend, obey —
When all I wished was just to see
His silly grin light up the day.

He never knew, and maybe won’t,
How much he helped me breathe again.
Unbelievable! Someone whome I've never talked to-
Still in his silence,I found my strength.

You never knew you're the only star
My sky still chases every night —
Because no other light has ever
Matched the warmth you gave so right.

You never knew, you still don’t see —
You’re a soul I can’t replace.
Not because I need your love...
But because you gave me grace.

—Parisha
Ali Hassan Sep 7
My Kitty claims my heart and soul,
Her love a fire that makes me whole.

She curls beside me, soft and bright,
A gentle flame that warms the night.

Her eyes like moons that glow and gleam,
Reflecting all my secret dream.

She purrs, she teases, sweet and near,
Her tender touch dissolves all fear.

With every hug and gentle sigh,
She lifts my heart where love can fly.

No hand but hers can touch my soul,
No eyes but hers can see me whole.

She kneads my chest with tiny paws,
A playful queen without a cause.

She nips, she squeezes, holding tight,
Her playful grip feels just so right.

With tiny bites she comes so near,
A playful hunger so bright and clear.

Her tiny paws, a gentle claw,
Remind me love has playful law.

She mews, she chirps, a flirtful sound,
Her playful sound is all around.

She owns my night, she owns my day,
No gaze can steal her love away.

Forever hers, my heart is bound,
In Kitty’s love, my joy is found.

With you, love lights my every day,
My heart alight in endless ways.

So stay, my Kitty, by my side,
For you alone are my heart’s true guide.
Indigestion Sep 7
The warmth of cotton is felt,
When an intimate breeze threatens.
Dashes of clear
interrupt the sky.
And its warm palette mixes sombre.
It is sad to look yonder
But to that ball of blue
we lean to.
Because the rain invites warmth,
like how hatred invites love.
It is opposites that refresh.
The warmth we supplicate on a rainy day,
allows us to smile at the rain.
Cassie love Aug 18
In my fantasies,I dream of a silent place,
Where only the birds dare to sing,
Their sweet melodies lighting up the morning.

A shelf full of books,
Each page breathing me back to life,
Whispering i belong in between the lines .

A garden blooming with flowers,
so radiant they seem to smile,
Filing the atmosphere with their fragrance.

And a fireplace comfy and enduring
Waiting eagerly to keep me warm
As i read my favorite words
Sometimes, my imagination transports me to a fictional world.
Lance Remir Aug 15
Sun
I wonder which sun are you

Are you the one that rises
Giving me the warmth and light
As I smile at your sight

Or are you the one that sets
The one I will say goodbye
Wondering where you've gone to

Today, I don't know

You're at your peak right now
And I am blinded by the radiancy
Of how much I love you
dee Aug 13
the awareness of the time for renewal.
how empathetic.
how profound.
the only time I wish to hold pessimism in my hands.
To **** the aspiration for connection that comes from my heart.
Along with the invisible wisdom that drains me cold.
The warmth of illusion to help me feel again.
the awareness of confusion
how insincere.
how ignorant.
even when I suffer
I think of the tree I hang from and how the fruits that bear from it whisper your name.
a sense of yearning that holds the rope in place.
it evokes a quiet shift in my reality.
once more,
a different life
I’ve had to **** another version of myself for loving you.
lol ya feel me
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