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 Sep 2018 Meera
Cné
Smile
 Sep 2018 Meera
Cné
I hope that you will smile today
and give yourself a break.
A smile can be great medicine.
It helps when hearts might ache.

Perhaps, if you try hard enough,
the smile becomes a grin.
And when you've worn it long enough,
you'll feel it grow and then...

The grin becomes a chuckle
and it then becomes a laugh.
And everyone will wonder if
you've made a social gaffe.

For laughter is contagious
and it helps to get us through.
Here's hoping that today will bring
some happiness to you.
 Sep 2018 Meera
Jayantee Khare
कुछ अक्स अधूरे नक्स रहे गुम
कुछ आँखें नम कुछ नींद हुई कम
कुछ लफ्ज़ रहे थे कभी अनकहे
कुछ जज्बातों में बेवज़ह कहे

कुछ धड़कन की अजब थी झनझन
कुछ मन की उलझन ख़ुद से अनबन
कुछ याद तुम्हारी कुछ बेक़रारी
कुछ हया हमारी कुछ समझदारी

कुछ कहती वो अपनी खामोशी
कुछ बेख़याली में थी मदहोशी
कब बात बात में बात हो गयी
एक दूजे में दिन रात हो गयी

टूट गयी एक कच्ची डोरी
दिल मिल गए चोरी चोरी
अब इंतेज़ार में दिन है गुजरें
तुम ही बताओ क्या हम करें
Sometimes i write romantic poems.....
 Sep 2018 Meera
Noone
I know my texts don't excite you anymore,
But you are polite enough to reply it anyway
And if I call you, you'll receive it too
But I know you cringe when you hear my voice
Just for the night , you needed me
Just for that one night
The night's already over
But I m not over you yet

I remember everything, so clearly in my head
How beautifully you sang, & I sang along with you
How you made me laugh, laugh & laugh so hard
How you held my hands & we tried to dance
How your lips blew life to my cold and dry spirit
How the butterflies in my stomach fluttered
How my cheeks turned crimson and I looked away
But you kept on staring at me
Like  you wanted to fall in love...

I did not undress my body that night,
I undressed my soul
I put it right in front you
Just in its purest form
I let you see me,
See all my imperfections
I told you all my fears,
The secrets I hid inside,
I thought this is it,
This is what I had been looking for,
My soul was happy
And thought it had found "THE ONE"

Little did I know, it was only for the night
Just for that one night
So tell me who do I blame?
Blame you for setting up my hopes high
Or blame me for believing the truth like lie
Or should I just blame the night?
The night for lasting just awhile.......
 Sep 2018 Meera
Cece
Golden days
 Sep 2018 Meera
Cece
nothing like going back
to the golden days
when getting up 20 minutes earlier
was a fun thing
to put on a bit of mascara
and lipgloss;
the blush was natural.
now 20 minutes of sleep
seems like a treasure,
worth everything
and never to be given up.
back when laughter was sunflower yellow,
music was neon blue,
and friends were a sweet purple,
their smiles like lavender
addicting and easy to find.
nothing like going back
to the golden days
when choosing the font for a paper
was an hour long experience;
the funnest part of writing anything.
now no writing matters
to anyone
unless it's 12pt font,
Times New Roman,
double spaced,
and with a heading in the top left corner.
back when school was light,
homework was a breeze,
and the only thunderstorms
were those that involved
coffee shops, window seats,
and copious amounts of hot chocolate.
nothing like going back
to the golden days
filled with warmth
and honey
and a whole lot of butterflies.
 Sep 2018 Meera
Graff1980
The night
is a torn tapestry
where celestial bodies
burn beautifully
incinerating
the cosmic stitching
that bind us,

quantum energy
unraveling
all of reality,
as I stare
stupidly enthralled
by the awesome
complexity.

Silvers spheres
of gaseous spirals
spew atomic fury.

Other poets
and painters
have presented it better,
such a sweet
starry starry night
made to delight
all of us,

but this time
I return
my reflections
with the love
and devotion
born of
a dreamer’s
dark predilection
to romanticize
every aspect
of our lives.
 Sep 2018 Meera
Rachel
I mean,
he always said
on me,
he liked the color green.

He said purple and blue
'those colors were made for you.'

He says
he can't decide between yellow and black,
On me,
they made him crazy,
a maniac.

When I was a teen,
I also liked purple and green.
I liked them too!
...black and blue

I just wish, so badly
they weren't put there by you.
 Sep 2018 Meera
Marianna
The string
 Sep 2018 Meera
Marianna
When i was fourteen
I learnt how to tie a rope
And practiced on a small string
until i could tie it with my eyes closed

i kept it in my pocket
i placed it in my bag
I played with it when i was lonely
and held it in my hands

Now i'm nineteen
I no longer remember how to tie a rope
But i still keep my small string
In the deep corner of my drawer
only words never actions
 Sep 2018 Meera
Mida Burtons
poison
 Sep 2018 Meera
Mida Burtons
you fell in love with my beauty
both inside and out
you fell in love with my shyness
and the personality that lay beneath
you fell in love with my broken soul
and the pieces that fit with your own
but can you fall in love
with my poisoned mind
and the destruction it brings
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