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 Dec 2021 Khaab
Caleb Kyme
Night
 Dec 2021 Khaab
Caleb Kyme
Thinking my way to sleep

Hoping the darkness of the night and the howls of the wolves don't consume me

Hoping I don't destroy the silence of my mind with my cry

Hoping all never goes well as it did before
 Dec 2021 Khaab
Caleb Kyme
Untitled
 Dec 2021 Khaab
Caleb Kyme
Day in day out we fought
You do know I loved you though

One year later and I can't still forget you
You were the light of my life

I never knew why I deserved this
I still cringe at the pain for taking for you

I never knew it was sin
I never knew I would be punished for love

I hoped we would get along
I hoped we would be on three same page

I knew you loved me
I don't know if you still love me

One year later and am still trying to get over you
Many girls I've dated, but they couldn't stop me from thinking about you

I don't know why I deserved this
I don't know why I suffered this

I loved you then
I love you now
Pretending to be happy
How can I yet you were my happiness

I miss the day we would argue
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥?
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬!

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞?
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬!
Just a thought!
Reality maybe!!
More thoughts/realities 👇
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/134709/just-a-reality/
एक पत्ता बेचारा

ऐसी चली ज़ोरोसे हवा, के पत्ता बिचारा, डालीसे गया टूट

उसका प्रेमभरा, घना रिश्ता, उस पेड़ से सदा के लिए गया छूट

पागल पवन ने, बड़ी बेरहमिसे, उसका सब कुछ लिया लूट

तूफान यह कैसा आया जीवनमें; सब कुछ बिखर गया, सब कुछ गया टूट

बिछड़ कर, टूट कर, अकेला हो कर, तेहनीसे अपनी, वो  गया रूठ

लगा उसे यह सारा संसार है एक मायाजाल, यहाँ सब चीज़े है झूठ

अब न जाने उसे, हवा कहाँ कहाँ उड़ाएगी, वो बिचारा रोया फुट फुट

NB:
पत्ते जैसा जीवन बन गया है मेरा, न जाने किस्मत कहाँ कहाँ ले जाएगी, कितना और तड़पायेगी।

Armin Dutia Motashaw
 Dec 2021 Khaab
Shofi Ahmed
One half is Earth
the other half is the sky.
The sun zooms  
into one half-hole,
rosy dew, serene cool.  
The sea breaks and pops
the other half is always full.

Night falls in a blink of the Moon
the sunrise paints and unfolds
over the first glimpse of the blue ocean
only to blackout at twilight soon.
Again resumes in the open circle
in the deepening depth of the pi.
Counting numerous decimal-stars
between the half Earth, half sky
the cut to short half way is still a far cry.

A precise half is true
is well counted half of the full.
The true value of the pi so
Someone is in the know!
sky earth half night moon sun sea pi blue star
 Dec 2021 Khaab
Keiya Tasire
Long ago she lost the ability to cry.
He thought her so hard
She turned her face and walked away
As though she did not hear.

His eyes gestured, "I am drawn to you."
Wondering, "Is something here to explore?"
She walked away without looking back.
Stopped.  
Staring straight ahead.

He thought of himself, as a man of power.
So, he followed her
Lured with the intrigue of conquering.
Yet, she did not desire to be conquered!

She was only uncertain
How do I express, "I only want to be truly loved?"
He came to her. She resisted. He conquered.

She sank in despair
Becoming once more withdrawn.
The uncertainty of life loomed
As the shadow of doubt.
Does love even exist?
Or is it only an illusionary butterfly?

Determined to find love
She walked away.
Vowing, "Never will I be conquered again!"

She licked her wounds.
She grew.
She learned to cry again.
She healed.
Mending her once festered soul. 
No longer did she draw nor desire conquers.

A bright sun, anew
She roamed the universe. 
Within the Light of Wisdom.

At Dawn's New Day
Emerging with a lotus flower
Crested in her hair.
Dancing among the green meadows
A gentle man watched
wondering
"I'm drawn to you. Is there something here to explore?"
In Spirit
She replied, "Perchance."

It was then
They began to dance among the stars.
In graceful movement
Timing their waltz
Assessing capacity for esteem
Open to honor freedom.

They danced within agency
They danced within
the integrity of their movement.
She sighed relief.
Evidenced by a gentle tear
cascading along the arcing curve of her cheek.

In heart felt love
He gazed into her eyes
Receiving her golden tear.
With an anchored
To continue the dance
In Vita Grande.
Today, Tomorrow & Forever!
My challenges and resulting choices knocked me down. Yet, I stood up again and again. Standing until I discovered exactly what I did not want.  Standing until understanding came regarding how to open to what I desired. Now my life is not perfect. Yet there is freedom within partnership and we dance working through life's chalellenges and grow within love. I am forever gratefull.
 Dec 2021 Khaab
derblue
Adieu
 Dec 2021 Khaab
derblue
My heart is creeping out of my system
Beating fast I don't want to succumb

My nerves are popping, my eyes are weeping
My teeth are bleeding, My lungs are dying...

Goodbye? Well if it fits;
A farewell, dying little by little until you seize to exist.
 Dec 2021 Khaab
Ayesha
Red glasses
 Dec 2021 Khaab
Ayesha
red glasses suit you just right
and, here, in loud silence of thought and thought
our tongues curl up to fitful slumbers
still sky secretive, chapped with dawn,
nightly gowns suit you just right
but, here, when old moon buckles after long nights’ wanderings
and you stir me no more
I wonder if I will mourn
still, rose serenity will be your name
but I wonder if I will mourn
when marigolds no longer open at your touch
and if do
do so lazily
when hours go by and days then weeks go by
without sweet gusts of you
gentle witchcraft of your swift glances,
and timidly bubbling stews of mine
still, some bits or more of stench
in strange hours of nights will sway
and drag me back back back
and I wonder if I will mourn

an itching, tickling fear it is
that these bees will feed the flowers one day
and the honeyed ache that I have come to like
will be blood and bone again
red glasses
red glasses you will soon replace, and
these words will be yours no more
nor mine, nor mine, oh,
how tearing the future— yet

how cruel the present— yet how cruel
we
you will not talk
and I sneak away into thought
then the spells wait and wait, and the bees
I will myself to forget
29/12/2021
 Dec 2021 Khaab
SUDHANSHU KUMAR
We like to see the things, black and white...
We don't want to get into, What's wrong... What's right...!?
Struggling against the situation, we usually forget our power and might...
When the day feels heavy... We write, to keep our mood lite...!
We dodge the darkness of trouble from our powerful word's light...
Observing the nature, from the start of the day till the end of night...!
We pour our thoughts and imagination on the paper, when we start to write!
It's 2nd part of my poem — "We write"...

Read first part here
👇👇👇
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4432254/we-write/ ...

Wasn't active here from last few days... Coz of my sem. Examination... But now my examinations are finished... And I'm back here again 😅...so again, I'll start exploring new poems... And 'll try to interact with most of the writers 😊😊...

Another flow of rhymes 😅😅
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