Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Aug 2020 Meera
Rushil
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
 Aug 2020 Meera
Justin S Wampler
Come
Sit
Squirm around a bit
Come
Sit
Press against my spit
Come

Exquisite
Ecstasy
Riding on my lips

Slowly flip
I want to watch you
Come
Sit
 Aug 2020 Meera
Matt
Saviour
 Aug 2020 Meera
Matt
She said,
“I wish I had done something special,”
“Like saving somebody’s life.”
I looked in her eyes,
And simply replied,
“Oh but my dear,”
“You did.”
 Aug 2020 Meera
rayma
dreams
 Aug 2020 Meera
rayma
with dreams of you upon my lips,
i slept like the world was mine to keep.
 Aug 2020 Meera
Neville Johnson
The point of human life is love
It all comes down to this
Love, sweet love
Bliss, true bliss

Rambling down the road
One long good time
Nuzzling and cuddling
We’re gonna be fine

It’s easy if you try
Hard to say no
When it’s there
It resonates
The only way to go
 Aug 2020 Meera
chichee
Garbage #2
 Aug 2020 Meera
chichee
He liked my smile but
not my laugh.
He liked my sarcasm
but hated my scars.
Between hello and we need to talk
I wanted the world and all he could give me were
three idiot words.
Again, what's on the tin. I should probably stop procrastinating.
 Aug 2020 Meera
chichee
Prelude
 Aug 2020 Meera
chichee
In the backseat of your Audi, the three o clock shadow
slants across your face like a threat, makes you look
dangerous. Makes you look
interesting.
So what do you do?
I tell you
I write.
What does that mean?
It means walking into a crowd and getting lost in your head. It means finding loose change in your heart.  Means the world is your dysfunctional, perpetually disappointed, ailing mother. Means this isn't going to last.

But all you see is a silver smile.
 Aug 2020 Meera
Lochan Chugh
It was a height of 250 metres,
But I wasn’t afraid;
I looked down
And there wasn’t even my shade.
The sun was already jumping
But with a low speed,
“ I can perform better,
I am not going to give the lead.”

Took a deep breath
And I was in air,
Time stopped,
And silence reached there.
The sun began moving upward,
Or I began moving downward,
I was flying,
But like a dead bird.

When from the ground,
I wasn’t really high;
Mind said,“ change in plan,
Let the sun first die”.
There was a time, when I was so dipressed that I was planning to sucide. At that moment I wrote this poem. In the original poem, I ended up with death. But after completing the poem, I felt the value of life. That's why this is one my favourite poems as it gave me a new life. I then edited the poem and here it is. Enjoy
 Aug 2020 Meera
Bree
The first step
 Aug 2020 Meera
Bree
Today
For the first time
In a long time
I chose me
I made my happiness
My highest priority
And I am so proud of that decision
 Aug 2020 Meera
Ma'ya
Partings
 Aug 2020 Meera
Ma'ya
Its raining.
Pouring,
Vivid flow of sorrow.

It rained too.
On that day,
Those spider lilies,
Bloomed on you.

Now,
Every downpour,
Is a requiem.
Singing your name.
Sleep well darling.
Next page