arvind-krish - Hello Poetry

She hides her pupil under the long lashes 'A silent sweet girl" I thought Then I knew she was a shooting expert 'A serious one" Her photos of hiking had crossed 100 likes "an adventurous one" She sang a melody struck the strings of guitar " A real Virtuoso! " She won A in next exam "A prodigy" Did she miss the fun? Funny because she is holding my hands and what more fun!

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May 15, 2016

May 15, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC

What did she miss?

She hides her pupil under the long lashes 'A silent sweet girl" I thought Then I knew she was a shooting expert 'A serious one" Her photos of hiking had crossed 100 likes "an adventurous one" She sang a melody struck the strings of guitar " A real Virtuoso! " She won A in next exam "A prodigy" Did she miss the fun? Funny because she is holding my hands and what more fun!

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The ink fades off the crumbled paper like my memories were erased slowly and translucently leaving wet traces in my heart.

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May 13, 2016

May 13, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC

INK and MEMORIES

The ink fades off the crumbled paper like my memories were erased slowly and translucently leaving wet traces in my heart.

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**The old photograph bordered with dust a long gone memory A childhood of hooded dreams. The fresh oak tree now blasted and cleft. The woods redeeming in ashes The sky grey with mist The high pants and sneakers haven for centigrades, a **** in boots Max, the Cocker Spaniel his strayed legacy on streets.** **The mood silent The wind mourning of old times of photographs**

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May 11, 2016

May 11, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC

Old Photograph

**The old photograph bordered with dust a long gone memory A childhood of hooded dreams. The fresh oak tree now blasted and cleft. The woods redeeming in ashes The sky grey with mist The high pants and sneakers haven for centigrades, a **** in boots Max, the Cocker Spaniel his strayed legacy on streets.** **The mood silent The wind mourning of old times of photographs**

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The more I try to swim The more I learn to drown

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May 8, 2016

May 8, 2016 at 2:58 AM UTC

haiku

The more I try to swim The more I learn to drown

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Dirt, Dirt, Dirt The brook flows bound to wastes Cut, Cut, Cut The fallen trees they shed **** **** **** The animals roasted in fire. Smoke, Smoke, Smoke The grey turned air sneeze Blast, Blast, Blast The wrecks of once mighty peaks Dry, Dry, Dry The last drop water vapourise War, War, War Men pierce hearts and blood Throw, Throw, Throw food ever to be scarce Explode, Explode, Explode The radium bursting the cells Invent, Invent ,Invent all that earth never wanted Destroy, Demolish ,Doom until the last life turns solid Bleed, Bleed, Bleed Earth you are never more alive. For mankind was never to be a savior Never to be an angel But to be the mark of doom.

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Apr 2, 2016

Apr 2, 2016 at 11:51 AM UTC

Mankind is never earth wanted.

Dirt, Dirt, Dirt The brook flows bound to wastes Cut, Cut, Cut The fallen trees they shed **** **** **** The animals roasted in fire. Smoke, Smoke, Smoke The grey turned air sneeze Blast, Blast, Blast The wrecks of once mighty peaks Dry, Dry, Dry The last drop water vapourise War, War, War Men pierce hearts and blood Throw, Throw, Throw food ever to be scarce Explode, Explode, Explode The radium bursting the cells Invent, Invent ,Invent all that earth never wanted Destroy, Demolish ,Doom until the last life turns solid Bleed, Bleed, Bleed Earth you are never more alive. For mankind was never to be a savior Never to be an angel But to be the mark of doom.

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