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Vaibhav251
Vaibhav251
14/M/India Spreading love through poetry❤❤❤ Love the criticism! ❤ 4teen _ INDIAN❤Poetry is life! #inspiration_
When I was a new member to this new world, You sheltered me from the winds that whirled. You always found me when I got lost, And gave me warmth when the world frost. You protected me in the world of hell, And picked me up whenever I fell. You helped me choose between wrong and right, And stood by my side in this harsh fight. You enlightened me with hope when the world got dark, And when I became sad,you made me as happy as a lark. You were always there to help me, And gave me the wings to fly free. You'll always be with me,no matter where I go, To cheer me up whenever I get low. You supported me right till the end, No matter what happens, I'll always be your friend. With these words I want to thank you, Because people like you in my life are very few. In these many memories,we have made a very strong bond, Our relationship is friendship and beyond.
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 3:47 AM UTC
A Letter of Gratitude
To protect us from north, south, east and west, For our safety, who are never at rest. They stand straight, against the sun's heat, Whether there's rain, dew or sleet. For the whole country, they brush aside their own pain, And participate in a war, where there's nothing to gain. With incomparable courage they set out each day, Without the fear of becoming Death's prey. On their bodies and hearts lie many-a-scar, With none to heal them as loved ones are too far. But on the battlefield, they're filled with rage, Their bravery and strength never die with age. They stay far away from too many a friend, Never knowing when their strife will end. Continuing to smile without any blemish of sorrow, They know that their life can end the next morrow. The embodiment of vigour is a soldier, With strong willpower and a heart much bolder. They're quite familiar with death and blood, With endurance and responsibility their hearts flood. Even at the last moment, they choose to be brave, And continue their fight to the grave. To them, their toys are the guns, For the time they're away from their daughters and sons. They stand still even in the winds and the dust, For the time they're alive and the time till they rust. Their heads up high will never bend, Their bravery and patriotism will never descend. But we civilians never appreciate their efforts, Not knowing how much the pain of separation hurts. We hardly know how it feels when a close one dies, Sorrows all around, homes filled with cries. For us, they readily lay down their life, And sacrifice their love for children and their wife. Where we sleep without a sound at night, They struggle on with the fight. They keep fighting till their last breath, Serve the nation till their death. And when they come back in a tricoloured coffin, We forget to salute their valor ever so often
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 3:45 AM UTC
Battalion
To protect us from north, south, east and west, For our safety, who are never at rest. They stand straight, against the sun's heat, Whether there's rain, dew or sleet. For the whole country, they brush aside their own pain, And participate in a war, where there's nothing to gain. With incomparable courage they set out each day, Without the fear of becoming Death's prey. On their bodies and hearts lie many-a-scar, With none to heal them as loved ones are too far. But on the battlefield, they're filled with rage, Their bravery and strength never die with age. They stay far away from too many a friend, Never knowing when their strife will end. Continuing to smile without any blemish of sorrow, They know that their life can end the next morrow. The embodiment of vigour is a soldier, With strong willpower and a heart much bolder. They're quite familiar with death and blood, With endurance and responsibility their hearts flood. Even at the last moment, they choose to be brave, And continue their fight to the grave. To them, their toys are the guns, For the time they're away from their daughters and sons. They stand still even in the winds and the dust, For the time they're alive and the time till they rust. Their heads up high will never bend, Their bravery and patriotism will never descend. But we civilians never appreciate their efforts, Not knowing how much the pain of separation hurts. We hardly know how it feels when a close one dies, Sorrows all around, homes filled with cries. For us, they readily lay down their life, And sacrifice their love for children and their wife. Where we sleep without a sound at night, They struggle on with the fight. They keep fighting till their last breath, Serve the nation till their death. And when they come back in a tricoloured coffin, We forget to salute their valor ever so often
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Never fall in love with a poet Because through their stories they tell They take you on a journey from heaven to hell Never fall in love with a poet Because they're not strong to speak But when it comes to writing, they're never weak Never fall in love with a poet Because there are false things they write To make you choose between wrong and right Never fall in love with a poet Because they turn bad landscapes into beautiful sights And change the pleasant things into situations that will give you frights Never fall in love with a poet Because they say honest lies And show the same things from everyone's eyes Never fall in love with a poet Because through poems they show pains As sadness and despairs run in their veins Never fall in love with a poet Because the lines they rhyme Can make you travel back and forth in time Never fall in love with a poet Because irony is on what we feed And the best example is this poem which you read
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Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC
Never fall in love with a poet
This is a letter to all those,from whom I get only hate, Because now I'm going to change their destiny and fate This is a letter to all those who mock, Because now I'm going to be heartless like a rock Dear men, I did not cry because I was in pain I cried because my efforts went in vain Dear men, I didn't cry because I wasn't strong I cried because goodness was defeated by the wrong But now in front of you I stand, I welcome you with a gun in my hand But now I fight against the Devil , For the fair victory of good over evil Don't think that I'm powerless and weak But to take revenge, an opportunity I seek Don't think that I can easily get hurt Until I cover your face with shame and dirt I am here to fight against all the odd For now I am the only devil and the God I am here to fight till the last man The fallout of my rage has just begun And now I'm going to be the enemy of their lives And throttle them with swords and knives Dear haters, you should be ashamed Because now I am going to fight until your wildness is tamed
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 7:32 AM UTC
A letter to my haters
Life is full of gloomy hours, When we lose our strength and powers The sadness in my heart, Rips my thoughts apart There are times when there's no light, When everything's wrong and nothing's right Shattered hopes,deep eyes, The body smiles but the soul cries There are people whom we hate, Who left us to cry on our tragic fate Sadness is slowly filling my head, Making me half alive and half dead My mind jumps around like an antelope, Cremated dreams,devastated hopes My happiness has been taken far away, I die brutally each passing day Dry eyes and silent cries, My body goes numb and my soul dies My life is full of sadness and sorrow, Hoping everything will be until next morrow Keeping them apart,I chose to rise, Because I cannot let anyone **** me twice
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
The Blues
The one person I trusted the most Made my life the worst The person who was my boast Put my life at its worst The one person whom all I did was trust Made my life a claustrophobic curse That person who was my friend With whom I thought it would never end But now I cannot do much but hate The reminiscence of my tragic fate I've got ice in my veins And blood flowing down the drains I've got a lot to do and a lot to say To the person who left my life in full dismay My gun, your head I've got to make sure that you're fully dead. May my vengeance prospers with age May my head boils with rage May all those memories leave my head May I forget,the things you once said
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 7:07 AM UTC
A Two Faced Tale
The mother bird soars in the splendid sky, And flies in the winds low and high And flutters her feathers in the ferocious breeze, She's in a long search,she cannot seize She thinks of her child sad and sore, Who longs for food from his heart's deep core She flies through mounts,she flies through lands, She flies through oceans,she flies through sands She flies and flies with her feathers becoming wet, She searches for food she hasn't found yet And then she eventually choses to stop, And rests herself on a tree's top And then by sudden lightening pace, She finds herself in hunter's gaze She is suddenly hit by an arrow, That draws blood from her capillaries narrow She gives out her last sigh, And thinks of her child when she's going to die She thinks of her child sad and sore, Who longs for food from his heart's deep core And then she enters her eternal sleep, And remembers her child from her heart deep And looking through a mother's eye, She sees only her child when she dies
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
Through a mother's eye
Running through the woods ,I lost my way, It was an empty morning and an empty day It was a place where I never wanted to stay, There was less to listen more to say I walked alone through the bay, I was smiling but I was not gay My life was more of nay, And less of yay Hell and heaven were far away, My life was full of dismay Everything was spoiled nothing was okay, My life was an open book, there was nothing to portray, It was a dare to die play, With rules I couldn't convey Everything was black and grey, It was an empty morning and empty day
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
Despicable hours
I drove swiftly Over the scorching day The sun shone fiercely Down the narrow way I halted at a street To get water for me For relief from heat But there was no one whom I could see The world went for a deep doze But I was half awake I stepped in a garden full of rose And I saw a shining lake I swam across the pool Through the watery tide The sun was hot but the pool was cool Through the lake wide I came through the shore The frozen time under the sun Freshness filled my heart's core The lake made my day full of fun
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
A hiatus
The person I trusted the most Made my life worst The person who was my boast Made my life worst The person who was my trust Made my life a curse The person was my friend I thought our friendship would never end But now I hate The memories of my fate I've got ice in my veins I've got fire in my brains I've got lot to do and lot to say The person left my life in full dismay My gun, your head To make sure that you are fully dead
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
The person I trusted the most