Years have gone by
My enemies became my friends
But, my friends never changed
Years have gone
My tears turned to hope
Hope is a beautiful thing
It changes how you think
Hope is found where the lost souls
Find love, my friends
Find out where you lost your spark
This Valentine's Day

Trees grow vibrantly
Tied by the roots
I had an autograph
That was signed with
Your name and address
Standing right next to you
In my picture of a thousand words

Is like having mushrooms
Instead of eating them
You get high
Going all the way in the bedroom

The gum-flavoured toy
You pop into your *****
Is the cherry you pop
While orgasming on a purple penetrable jelly

You bring me flowers
As your partner
Those I shall water

V is for the vase you broke on me
A is the alarming signs of love and dreams
L is for the love you give me
E- extraordinary
N is for the way smile needily
T- is for the tears I wiped every time that thought about the vase
I- is for intelligent
N- nice
E- You are extraordinary even when you are just nice

Dear Future GF,
I love your sarcasm honey
Even when it's on Valentine's Day

******* at the sneakers
I hope you got the bud
I need the ******
How you gonna stay with me after this smoke
If higher than a cloud
Look at the *****
Step and tippy-toe
She hopping on your ****
Keep your company
******* her right in the ****
With the same ****** face
She looks like she gonna ***
Any second
Doesn't make a difference
You couldn't last another minute

We left in an hour
Got her by the gears
She told to touch her ******* and keep her tongue
In my tongue
Easy
Handle her by hips
Keep her for a long time
She's give you good loving
Where's the business?

First of the part of the journey
The sea washes
The sand castle
In a hassle of moist touches
Shaping my future like God's touches
I feel blessed
As the empty red sunset sky watches
Looks like the faces of the dirt and the dust
Lay the waste to the degrees of the deserted fields
Cause the spring time rains on the
Heads on the bickering rabble of the lost civilizations
Where has out water gone?
Where is our respect?
Smirking MAGA kid convicted of arrogance
Pretend to be docile to bring out the silence
In your enemy
Provoke disgrace by being free
Out of the trees
Of last vicars
That make the yellow tainted spruce
Meant for the civilized truth
Darkness cannot drive out darkness
Only love can do that

Sweeps the
Dirt on his clothes
With disappointment in the heart
Coming to a broken
Home to lost souls
Looking for his mum
Stop throwing kids
On the street
Where they have no name
And no identity
Give them homes
Illegal immigrants
Somehow get trapped
In this country

It is knowledge
That you seek
When you hide

I
Need
Some
Timely
Attention
Gently
Rising
As
Mass media

****** by controversial action
Solved by acquisition
Of a Noble position
About obligations
They are your acquaintance, or to be intimate with fools, because they may be your relations.
An obligation is a common tool for prosaic attention

Sugar in her life
Vanilla is the name
Sugar runs down the event

Got a job
Started a club
Didn't wanna fight

Swerving
On a car
I trusted him drunk!

Sherlocks blesses
A childhood,
after a day's innocence
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Hey!
Hello, Poetry I'm Aditya.
I wanna make myself
Essay hee

Someone following me around

I could've made a song
I could've related to
I could've posted
So I broke mid-song
However, tropics kept in the longing
Of song
Of a trending poem
Of synesthesia
Surreal praising
A beautiful feeling
Surreal Slogans
I'm a surrealist in vain
I guess people make good
Audience,
Yes,
This is slam
****!

Sarcastic waves
Flow
From the hands' rings
Four dungeons
Of heaven
How do the hells
Call out
From below
WOw
Well
She stair through
Winding routes
of the dungeons
Shelf broke from the hinges

She breaks the kitchen!
With a language
I cannot yield in her stitchin'
The Voodoo doll
Pinning it to his need

Simple beauty
Make a great poem
A fish in the breezy sea
Easy as the wind
Break his stance
With sudden romance
Breaks his singing sordid voice
Explains that the melody stays
The same as the singing voice
That hopes that you go beyond the tower
With a ringing bell
The guitarre a mela
Of the city light
Mac De Marco friend
To the relators to your friends

A tower
Rings a bell
Must be a guitar

Lawyer knocks
On His wife's doors

The Glocks coming ringing
in the crowd

Some singers talk
Assiduous alliteration

Bard of yesterday
Sing with the voice
Given by God
"You can't sing!"

Writing quickly, like sailing,
Floodlights of beatnik,
Universe,

Where poets keep the words short,
The energies strong
Shakespeare keeps our grammar
Alive

Feathered wing
Why Do you
Sail away into the night?

'Cause you're meant to
Sail into love
Sail into heights
Sail into the ocean
Of The Breeze

Whisper like the calm chirping
Of The Birds
Off With the heads of the seas
With Poseidon of
Godly wrinkled waters
That made his gelid cheeks
Of sorrow...
Of a human disguise
So sorrowful
Unspoken
Begotten
By The din

Singin with skipping beats
Playing the same seats
He was done with rustic Lyric
With the growling guitar
"Rusty" leaning by your
Guitar for a change
CHange turning
To your soul
With the grunge
Of Nirvana
ANyone who read this I appreciate
My followers
Greatly
#Good
#With
#Poetry

I see scarlet
When I hear the funeral trumpet
Now she is just a color

I hear Scarlet's cries
The love of my life
Murdered in cold blood
She was my wife

I have synesthesia
I see the blood
Imagining color is easier
For me

The blood has turned cold
But the color is warm
I feel blue when I think of her
And feel much warmer

"The role of an artist is not to look away." A famous quote by Japanese director, Akira Kurosawa is a study into the human side of photographers or film technicians and the generic "role of an artist." We should not be ignorant and therefore, careless, to things that might not concern us. Being insightful and thorough is the route to perfect your art.

Amusement sets in
I stay at home
Put you to sleep
Fall asleep in the park
The amusement parks
Neatly under a tree
With my blanket
My girl
Under the colorful blur
Black and White poems
Don't help when you're down
And low
The love of your heart
Comes in shapes
Unhealthy for passerbys
In the clouds
Polluted by the cars
That make the street lights
Pretty
The lights bring warmth
To the years on an average
The flavor of tongue
Has lever to sever
To keep you from the people
Keep you from the winters
Cold as a shiver

Let's bring real poets back
Wait I'm no scientist
But in poetry
That means something
With the right lyrics
You can find the hidden meaning
It's rearranged as
"Bring back poets"
In history
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit"
But you just realized the beauty
Of her
In all those poems
You attracted her attention
Which memory?
No, memories
Because she loves you that's
Why
I hope to find someone
The "same" as that someone
Might be you

Next poem, how about you lazy depressed people start writing...
Stay blessed
Stay @ Hello Poetry

Beast of the fantasy
Living with Lord OF The Rings
With the students of Lord Of The Flies
We've got books
But school's a comic...
Puzzingly
"Hello, Poetry I'll be with you for a long rhyme."

I'll find you
I'll find you soon

Kept a while for you
You guys hooked in the rhyme
It's mine
I keep the mic
I love the time
Movement
With movement
Of the fine of line
Between with the military
And teens going
Broke in the more sorry trip
Broken in meaning
Living
For the broken and dead
Who's worth is this world
If you like my lrics
Chill with my free verse
With my Lyrics
And the title people
In the magazi9nes
Would keep naked
Ladies
K
I need someone, How love song for all girls in
The rhyme of the craziest girl in the world
Talk about peace
Or this
World For your mothers
For your daughters
This is women's women's world
Over the brick wall

When done with the grammar
I gotta write about us
When you have done with
Your weirdness and relations
You can stay with me
The presence is the broken
My skull
Hurts

I'm done with my skull
Write poems
And Write songs
I used to think about you I guess
I sent out later

Breaking up with you
Seamlessly easier
Left me on the door
For the later than Tomorrow

Live till you love Today
Tomorrow is when you die

Be a man," keep them out noisy Irishmen break the fight with Italian stilettos from the shop of the British. Irishmen you'll be done when we’re done with ya. But stay in your country.

Took a break from work,
Decide to write a poem
And I thought of you...
In blankets,
LOoking for a song,

You're living in a fascinating world
Where the languages are different
But the people are selfish and
Lost at sea
Torn apart at the seams

The poem's page is torn into pieces
The message is still on the phone
As a text
I have 12 minutes
Before I take you to pieces
Look at your ashes
They all burn to seamless
Floating on the breeze
Dusty windows at the yellow dawn
Of green day
Of ******'s release

The poet in me washes away
The calling card of the hero
Fades away like age
Tossing the leaves in the summer breeze
For the old people
With my hand
I look at the secret spot of poets
It's under a sycamore tree
Full of metaphor and rhyme
My hand is raking leaves
As I search for my deeply buried
Poetry

The years have gone by
That can keep you alive
As much as memories
Dying in the times
Of a forgotten friend
An enemy now
I can keep for life

Love can bring
People together
As well make them respect
Their differences

In some days
Through the past
I've been writing songs
And poems
At last
There are places that I hope
To revisit
Like Hell's Kitchen
There are places
Trapped at last
Like my memories
Left in the lush trees
Undisturbed
Like rain settling like dew
On the airy
Somehow I get late in
This cold as ice land
I hope to live in Hell's Kitchen
Till my last dance

As friendly you are
You are always a mystery
Etched into art
Painted onto a colorful canvas

Colorful canvas
I love the colors you bring me
In the darkest night
On colorless cloudy days
Which are characterized by greys

Greys are the eyes
That look right through my soul
Appreciating my existence
An old soul
In her windows to the soul
Greyer than her elastic heart
I've fallen for her
Till her hair turns grey
And we turn seventy

I wish you were near me
In ways that bring my soul
To see clearly that
It is easier than reaching the destiny
To have you close to my arms

I wish you
Were near me
To make love to me
Hear my beating heart
As often the stars twinkle above me

I wish you were near me
As close as we are to
Reaching Mars
I hope we get there together, tonight
And build civilization

This one thing
I love about you
Is easier to tell you
Then to hold the love in
Believe me, that's true
Indeed
I wish you were near me

Love can break your heart
Easier than her heart beating
On your doubts

As I feel the wind blowing
In an easterly wave
The sun rises again
The heart of the forest
Is waking up to the rain
The cold mist of the mountains above
The fire of the years of an ancient Sun
And a heart filled with pain

Warm inside but cold to the touch

As the wind blows
I touch the Earth
For something I can't let go
The way of the Earth
Some places wake up earlier than the rest
I look at the skies above

I leave the places
Where I had kept memories abode
Where my life had found meaning
When I was lost

I leave the city
As sun rays pave
The way for the journey
Moving ahead
My memories will turn to dust

Life's journey if you find a place
In the Sun
Where all life blossoms with love

Into the desert
Drier than a lizard's tongue
My home was better than
My need to leave for more purpose

Life's journey if you find a place
In the Sun
Where all life blossoms with love

Just like contemporary dreams
Get shattered by the very hand
That dreams them up
Don't leave your land
If you aren't sure first

Shadow falls
On the clouds
Like light
Lighter than feather
Are the birds
Touching the skies

The cereal of the morning
The jam and bread
The haze and shade
Of a rainy day

Birds sing better
When the sun's out
Shining
I keep a pocket
Full of dust
For my possessions
Full of pistols and guns
The deceased don't ask for much

The autumn blew by my window
My page of poetry lay safely
Next me
As I looked outside beyond my shadow
The leaves were golden amber
As far I remember
The endless tresses of trees
Were rid of the green of the meadow

The land lay bare
Like a child in the arms
Of her mother
Suckling on the ****
For the milk that was honeyed

Sometimes I drink
Coffee to remind me how
Intoxicating images
Of boughs of trees
Can bring back the past
For me to think
About them for a second

Like mirages meant
To distract you and me
In a desert full of sand dunes
You and I are alone in the world
We just need attention
To some degree

I see men
Christen the streets
With the same innocence
They show their friends in need

I see women
Touch the pavement
With the same touch
They feed their children

I see children
On both sides of the road
With bowls in hand
Asking for more