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A lump she is
A useless chunk
Of human protoplasm
A mind that can’t untie the knots,
Now neatly wrapped in silver duct tape
On a shelf just out of reach of devastated fingers.
Claw marks mar the surface of the tape
Evidence of effort spent in vain
To free the intellect
Now unplugged
And useless
As a rock.
ljm
This is what a minor stroke can do.
I worked hard for
Everything I got
And didn’t get.

I’ve been cheated
By evil hands
And friendly ones
With their fingers crossed.

I looked for love
And found mostly
*** and degradation.

I reached for God
But my fingers
Were too slippery.
ljm
I think I may have already posted this.  If so, sorry.
 Feb 2022 Nisha
Aishu
Some feelings
 Feb 2022 Nisha
Aishu
Some feelings can never be expressed
but only experienced.
 Dec 2021 Nisha
Benzene
It's time to change your living,
time to follow your dreams
Doesn't matter even it requires
passing through all streams.
.
Steps may falter,
Roads may be steep
But your dreams shouldn't alter
even if you gotta jump or leap.
.
I know it won't be easy
but it's time to decide.
There'll be people to pull you down
and foxes to mislead you
Turn them away with a tint of frown.
because
To your dreams you must always be true .
Hope you all are doing good .
Just keep following your dreams .
 Dec 2021 Nisha
My Dear Poet
my heart
was caged for keeping

my mind
kept safe inside a case

my soul
hid from stealing

my body
kept guard by my face
 Dec 2021 Nisha
SilentCry
What is love to you?
Love has been my death
© SilentCry
Another old one.
 Dec 2021 Nisha
ross
here is a place
 Dec 2021 Nisha
ross
~

here is a place
my heart comes to mourn;
a place where these thoughts
are seldom my own.
a place frozen in time
your face covers these walls;
a cold lovers waltz
still haunting these halls.
a window through time  
i am left to adore;
here is a place;
i will love you, once more.


~
i hope your still smiling, wherever you are.
 Nov 2021 Nisha
SUDHANSHU KUMAR
We see life as we were told,
Obstacles in our path may be fiery or cold!
We don't know, what the future holds?
We just write as the moments unfold,
Taking leads from new and old,
We keep writing until our eyes get closed,
Because we never know, when the writings are going to turn into gold...
Fiery here refers to hot...
Tried another flow of rhymes... And some thoughts of mine too😅

Read 2nd part here
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https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4508004/we-write-2/
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