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 Jul 2020 Shrika
Gunnika Mehra
Deep in my heart lies a door,
The key is lost.
And my soul is trapped inside.

Deep in my mind,
Lies a key.
But the heart knows it not.

Maybe if they weren't always in conflict,
They would have freed the soul,
Long ago.
 Jul 2020 Shrika
Vranda Punjabi
I know I'm that someone,
Who's really hard to handle!
But hurting someone,
Is never my intention!

I'm way to staright forward,
when it comes to expressing emotions,
My words come out of my mouth,
Just like a slippery lotion!

I'm sorry to each and everyone out there,
for being so blunt,
I really did not imagined that,
it looked like, I had flaunt!

This poem is not to show off,
It's from a revee,
It's just a poem which I wrote yesterday,
out of my believe!
It's never to late to say sorry, & mean it!
#lotsoflove❤️
(Glossary help:
*revee: revee is a sweet girl who has a sensitive heart. she will sometimes act like she is tough but on the inside she is absolutely soft.)
 Jul 2020 Shrika
Poetoftheway
don’t tell me “I love you” ~by Roxanne, for Cyrano~

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that’s a verse I’ve heard many too times before,
that’s a curse of low majesty, a quatrain too plain,
if that’s your best sally, retreat, say no more,
too simp verses, or ungolden silences, agents of dissatisfying pain

I need the best of your taste
the finest visions that you eyelids occlude,
make haste for my mouth grows exceedingly
impatient for the other senses to do their tandem wooing

slap only my face with the creature comforts others savor,
words of diamonds and pink pearls mined from your breast,
the bejeweled words that will decorate my evergreen,
that never dies, lest, unless and until,
you want my mortal affection suppressed

give me your linguistic promiscuity, wake me from the stupor
of ordinary, arouse me with thy tongue coiling, a bee sting delivery,
a wet poem that makes all my orifices!|offices weep, your mouth,
my souls recouper,
your wizardry bewitching,
answer my inquiry with unbounded festivity

then and after all, the plain simplicity of an “I love you,”
will be edged with sublimity, my mercies, your mercies
our jointed, sharp pointy, introverting, interlocking,
our futures becoming
our pasts


11:07am
19-9-30

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 Jul 2020 Shrika
Poetoftheway
“the simplest definition of our learning to count to infinity”

wrote those words
to a stranger in pain, awful pain,
asking him to count his blessings


now awful pain
no stranger to me

a pain four decades long,
that the surgeon promised was fully excised.

but today was triggered,
chest pain dagger ingredient emergency room

so I am counting for,
but not to,
counting on

infinity

when the wounding cannot be recalled,
only a minor scar to struggle from wonder whence
came it from

which is the definition of reaching the
infinity place,

where finite comes to rest
dec 10 2019
 Jul 2020 Shrika
Poetoftheway
I could believe in you

I could.

believe you, real, open hearted, viable. unafraid.
easy smiling, genuine, easy listening, maybe mine.
even real.

a slow Saturday being, doing nothing,
loving it, languid. high time for downtime musing.
I could.

I could.
you could too.
believe in me.
pinch me awake.

I could believe in me
when, you grant permission,
give me permission to could,

to believe.




2/8/2020
7:24am
 Jul 2020 Shrika
Xanny Riddle
Dawn
 Jul 2020 Shrika
Xanny Riddle
Dawn is near, my love -- I hope I can see you for another sunrise.
Shine like a sun smile like a moon.
 Jul 2020 Shrika
Traci Sims
Black lives should matter
Why is this so hard to get?
We all want justice.
 Jul 2020 Shrika
Traci Sims
I celebrate myself
"Cause I'm all I really got
No man's hard chest to rest on
No children to make adults.

My head might be full of worries
But I keep a smile on my full red lips
Nothing's ever going to get me down
I've got a lot of things to do.

I'll dance when no one's looking
And gaze up at the stars at night
My Life's road might be long and hard
But I know Peace will guide me home.
 Jul 2020 Shrika
Annacleta
True Love
 Jul 2020 Shrika
Annacleta
I've never been so inlove
True love in my life
Whenever l think about it
I can't help it but feel one hundred percent happy
As cliched as it sounds l feel in love
with myself
Self love
No one can love me the way l love me
That is true love
No one understands me better than me
And when every one leaves l will be left with myself
True love
 Jul 2020 Shrika
Kaumal Borah
The pearls in the leaves of that  tree
splashed on my hand
And primped it like an accessory
so delicate ,so beautiful,so refreshing
The tiny little pearls of nature "the dew drops"
Seemed to just exist to make  me glee...
Just random feelings...
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