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 May 2019 Eleni
Mysidian Bard
Always will the sun
shine upon closed eyes until
we all learn to bloom.
For DLC
 May 2019 Eleni
Pagan Paul
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 May 2019 Eleni
Pagan Paul
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A vintage year.

Especially July.

It was the last time

one of my poems trended.


PPx
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Just a piece of idiocy :)
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 May 2019 Eleni
Pagan Paul
She
 May 2019 Eleni
Pagan Paul
She
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He is just another notch
     on her sterile bed of love.
He is just another victim
     of conquest for her thighs.
She is just another link
     in his daisy chain of woe.
She is just another span
     on his long bridge of sighs.



© Pagan Paul (21/05/17)
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 May 2019 Eleni
Stained Glass
Anger.
 May 2019 Eleni
Stained Glass
A saint was asked,
"What is anger?"

He gave a beautiful answer,
"It is punishment that we give ourself, for someone else's mistake."
 Apr 2019 Eleni
Sajini Israel
We once dined together on goodly tables
and laughed together at funny fables.

Me was 'us'
back then when the fields were green
Love was the boss
we cared not who was the lord
as long as he could our peace afford.

Time grew taller
and bonding cords grew shorter
our once glittering tables
Decomposed on beign fed upon by unhealthy fables.

Like little foxes
forces of grudges and sentiment arising from resentment crept in
and the bond we once shared was threatened.

Those cherished days are long forgotten
relics of our lost bond keep us hurting
A little 'sorry' would have let it go
but it wasn't in the tune of our ego.

Regrets like matchets cut our hearts deep leaving wounds that time's woo can't recuperate.
rays of hope
make us cope
knowing someday someway we'll return to the land
Where 'me was we' and 'his was us.'
A poem dedicated to all lost friendships and as many that will still be lost
 Apr 2019 Eleni
Gulishta
A perfect poem...
   Is it the one that's well written,
Or the one having a greater meaning.?
   Is it the one with perfect verses,
Or required a perfect rhyming?
   Is it the one that speaks to all,
Or the one having hidden mysteries?
   Is it the one that let you vent,
Or the one with you wouldn't deal?
   Is it the one that opens wounds,
Or the one that makes you heal?
    Is it the one that came out of a chaos,
Or the one describing the peace?
    Is it the one that told the tale of the chains,
Or the one giving you freedom wings?
    Is it the one about the Prince charming,
Or the one exercising the demons?
    Is it the one describing the vast beauty of the nature,
Or the one about havoc of disaster?
     Is it the one that makes you smile,
Or the one that bring tears in the eyes?
     Is it the one that's written with the ink,
Or the one that bled through it all?

I'll say perfect is overrated. ..
  A poem is what that smooths an ache within the soul you never knew existed.
Just being able to pen down the thoughts gives an immense joy that you can't buy anywhere in this world.
And being brave enough to put it out there to be judged and commented that itself is a perfect poetry!!.
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