The thoughts are provoking
Your necessitous thoughts that you collect
In your professing of love
And the kindness shared in the petals of the rose of the beauty so eloquently
The impulse, thoughtfulness and pressing matters of *******
They rivet in the circumstance of the talk of life
You make the population with your coitus
The flower of your love in the spiritual innocence
There is no old time sake, I mean the drink
The risqueness by which you hold those flowers
Makes if I want the same symbolism in my rich life
And if I thought about the past, it would be thrown like a sculptor's hand
Sullied by the system of marrying two concepts
The rose and the somnambulant feeling of your love
Keeps my love awake without the water
I'm sleepwalking into your trustful hands
The kiss would wait for a time
Sealed by a rose
Unwatered, wilting

You've done this before
You've stole my heart and
Stolen my words, and left 3 words

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

Laid sprawling in the sheets
Broken and beaten like the leaves
Under the foot of a tree
I never gave up

Tied to the fences
Like a scarecrow amidst the storm
Hung like a conjured cloud
Overhead: addiction

Rehab was a broken place
I needed a place to rest
So, I slept off the drugs
And got up the next day sober

Sunshine, daisies, tulips kept waiting
Hugs, kisses, and girls were promises
I only wanted my life back
It lay behind the gate that stayed shut

Rehab was a broken place
I needed to live my life
So, I forgot the drugs
I sleep off life's problems, brighter tomorrow

This isolated corner under the trees
Which is meant for strangers
From all walks of life
I've been here, collecting the leaves

Usually, I watch from the window
Today, it's raining
On a tree, a bird is singing
The rain stops to let it ring in the fields

This bird has flown
As it flutters miles, miles into the sun
Touching the skies and tip-toeing in clouds
Like hands outstretched into freedom

After every dark night
My mind is imprisoned
By its cold gates
Until I run to the fields and watch the birds

Violence
Starts with a brawl
Starts slow
People getting mawled
Saved by the law
In a fashionable order

Rocks on the ocean
Bring the water
To hold its
Faltering heart
At the center of a storm
White as fear
After being lost from
So afar

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

I want to tell her she's pretty
In her own magical way
I've stopped wearing my heart on my sleeve
She's on my mind every day

I want to tell her she's a river in the desert
I've forgotten the words to say
That'll make her believe in me
I've never seen such grace

I've stopped dreaming of us holding hands
When she looks at me, my mind goes numb
My fingers lose feeling in that heated moment
I wish I could tell her how much I need her

I live in a town
Where the lights never go out
But the moths never come in
Because spiders are the citizens

I have bought things
Wanted things
But not as much as this entity
Called publicity

I have sold things
Relinquished things
But not as much as this entity
Called authenticity

Keeping my sheets neatly folded
Near my bedside

My bedside
Stashed with sheets of washed up people

My sheets laundered to perfection
To hide the bleeding soul

The bleeding soul takes the pinot purple by surprise
With burgundy like a great wine

Sheets of *** come up in the touched texture
Of festive fruity notes of the earthen healing of brown silken sheets

Where his wine-like aroma lies
An where my innocence dies in mature mauve

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

Binding the walled hatred
Evil doing its best concocting
Erstwhile, vivid learning
Rumi’s timely preaches are good
In a school of peaches and Doha
Within the basting of nostrums
Cautions many only there was friendship

The aggressors can't be named if the service is forever
The version of your story is just lip-servicing
Equating the flexing flight of the mind, reeling in your doubts
The ebony and ivory of the piano man speakers, ringing the terse team of bandleaders in the sociable house
Gustave Flaubert lemme leave like the wind, inert in the auberge
Submerged condo, semaphoring in this serious veritable wine
The train of the trident offal rises to the shore, the smoldering
The effect of the fact of the scientific fact
The temerity of the fruitcake turned out to be an eggbox
Short of the 3 rotten eggs, I broke the rest of my cracks in the yonder China's
China's is churning out the Russian socialist revolution
Keeping all your eggs in another basket for you, trade unionizing
Unionizing, the humble job of the little free and the trees and the dated deeds
I'm sure your history correct, and the ***** statues look nice to your buildings
Monumental tragedy, the system of the ideological home of the Lord
The tocsin of a couple of sins, in the alarm-clock dream
The nun summed up my sins in one
Sell out of the sucre of the embarrassing crowd of faux pas behavior
The demeanor of the surreptitious invaders, guilt-ridden
The trill and striding ruse, that can criminally break principles
The women represent the principle of hating God
Men represent revelry in his love
An earring of six figures puts them in the same dour story
Let's not get sour about the salty crisps, scouse accent out of the south

I know what love is
When darling buds bloom
With heaving breaths

Coffee is bittersweet
When you ignore the cubes
Meant for sugary sips for the weak

To tell one of the birds
Leaving nests
And leaving hints
For the rise of the opposite ***

Last year, I had a bottle o' dubious ***
A couple of friends and topsy-turvy musicians
Some beauteous cigarettes and women who had taken to me
I wonder how I took to the alcohol, methinks

A crowd of rushing strangers move past
And freedom is a cheap thrill amidst the noise
Tomorrow is another day and another bottle, ain't it?
I'll die an old drunkard, but the bottle shall never empty

That's the truth my friends
When you'll be old, I'll be young with my fine wine

"God will put us in the fire with a bouquet on our tomb.
I don't know about paradise, do you desire it?"

The girl caught in the wire
Knows the right way and shows fiery pride
Instead, of taking the sunshine and more
Clasping the delicate rays with her parched palms

Leaving desolate prisoners inside
A dark day made only of steel cages
They will let in the light, those lying in the shadow
It's blazing outside, it is bright

Cold waters will calm, then turn the tide
Soon the cursed world will die
Women can see the sun when it swallows the earth
It is a ball of hope saving them from guns and guards

Their dreams will turn to ashes
Mothers with empty wombs love them just the same
To them their daughters haven't seen the rain
The sun grins from behind grey clouds and sighs

Soon, freedom will come within their reach, fast
And these daughters will get stuck deeper
The dream slips faster than sand in an hourglass
They deserve love from the depths of hell itself

Until one of them dies by the bullet or ****** disease
They don't belong to them, do they?
These pigs moan if their houses are made of gold
The white men want oil fields with them working

Words fly o'er me
Like quills think
To write a Shakespearean soliloquy

In the middle of the night Mary called me
She told me something scary
She told me children were crying on the telly
I switched the ***** on and saw them happy as they can be
I asked what was happening and why
She told me when the President says good bye
To the military literally
This I didn’t believe really
I told her if I feel teased
Then you aren’t one of the saints Mary
And Jesus is a member of Judas Priest
She told me to be wary of my tongue
And dismissed my humour as rogue
I told her with her predictions you’re gonna land on the cover of Vogue
Making yourself obsure and vague in your rage
This isn’t the age
Takes a real calling
Shines like the crystal chandelier on the ceiling
You might think you’re healing
But to me you’re just appealing
What about the programmes that are getting repealed
I gonna get your glass onion peeled
And your dreams sealed in
To keep the world screaming from sin
But you should have reserved the musical act
For a redact of your Biblical tact
The Rolling Stones have lost their sheen
And Pop made Lennon pretty mean
You’re old and ironically it’ll take you time to understand what you’ve seen
And how the relationship between God and Jesus had been
Because the humans suffer war
From religion and logic kept afar
Time has found a way heal
But you have help find a way to stop the rogue wheel
Of cruelty and vain realty
To save us from the Bible’s promise of eternity
Because you and me believe in reality
What will happen will happen
As ties deepen
As the tears keep seeping
Through the walls keeping us interminably apart
So please let the dying ideals peacefully depart
And keep away the evil respite
And help us unite

No time for crying
I am dusty as a clock
I keep looking ahead
To playing our broken records

The rains come in buckets
She rests her head on my denims
On an empty street as open as the ocean
The sunset keeps chasing us

But what tomorrow brings
That the autumn leaf turns
And winter's worry plagues me
If summer is dead, what is change, life, love

"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.

I have waited
Waited for someone
Is it the same date
Often, you may cascade unknown
It is all in your waiting
The clouds are full and wilting
You cannot clutch them
They escape like tilting dark sky
Well, that's an anachronism
You cannot change everything
If you think you have control over the present
It is better forgetting the past
Without a sense of authority or freedom
You may be a preacher
You will never be reliable
Or as certain as time
Or the verisimilitude of rhyme
Realize, that poetry is just romance
It is the people at the front of line
Who get what they want
The others wait for their chance

I really have no future here
In your arms, in your veins
I can feel the heat near your skin
But, your embrace is just what I need

I shouldn't receive this
It is too beautiful for words
To describe, so I will say goodbye
To my existence wiped away with a kiss

I really have no future
Hello, did you miss me?
I am back again after we made love
Under the pale moonlight

And the romance was thick with smoke
And the rain poured like it was June
But, it was as young as January
It was cold and the winter had just arrived

Did you miss my smell?
Was it in the air when you sighed
Thinking of how I once was your guy
I have no future here without you

keeping the shadows
off the sky
the moon dies
alive on their side

I getting for the world, ready of the droll
The time-traveling honors never flowed

The feet on your flannel and the drink's in a smiling cup
Of seminal poetry, and the frisky stations that keep your cuckoo rockin'

In my present state of mind in the frame of the dogma
The dogs of the militants and edicts of the enemy
Listing your killings like the million operations
Like a speck of dust in the billions

The thousands waste and die and roll in the deep
Making my feet crawl in underwood for the dance
In the floor of the stop and the eighteen run-outs
And drive-ins could n't the flops and shows that sheet curled

Of the bar that was dry, saying this will be the day that I bite
Look if this ***** won't feel
Like the records on the old store shelf, reading these books is like music

The feelings so unusual, and the years are so beautiful
Will you get older with the seams on your face which smile when
Being at the broken edges seems right, I just about cut enough about

How cute you look when you are mine, in this plasticine face
Pinch of dust and light as leaves and the weather
Light as a feather, the discord, and the beat goes on
On a dethrones, the kings of their station of kings so cross

Turning around a creamy ******, coming *******
With a hot fever and this unusual day will be when I die
Living beyond my dignity, and the price and the rights I print
According to my name, to fund it in vain and funnel it out
Of luck and stunted growth and the shortness has got me in the breath

Love will come into your life
As sure as the stars in the night sky
Just don't become crestfallen
When you lose sight of them at dawn
A tomorrow of promise is better than a commitment
At times

I'm surrounded
By people from all walks of life
With cars that have travelled miles
But I'm all by myself

I cannot escape the smell of her hair
Her eyes as they follow me on the flooded road
As skip over puddles and evade her eyes
Newspaper tell their story, the smoke is evergreen

I'm holding her artistic fingers
Entangled in her smoke rings that linger a second too long
She sings out her blues
I'm living each day anew

How sweet it is to be
Next to the blue bayou on wheels of fire
I need someone to understand vices and goodness
Next, remember to stop before I start
Before we hear the news of the love left us
Shores and touching the skies where heaven lies
Tragedy struck when the love left a stated mess
I want to stop, and thank you sometimes
"Here is where love tried, but, died."
For this cold ****** chest, clinging warmly
It should have happened exactly this way
Like children in a dream healing us with innocence
Love is what know from being with you
I know love, it is because you stay
And you keep lessening you're in front of the Lord
You never call the Lord's name in vain just like my mother
Sketches of Spain lay beside the train like new toys red and white
Come love the cherished ones, healing us with your forks
Forked lightning on midnight summer's, spoons are enough to feed the light to the darkness
I hope the moon clings to us, waning little and little
Growing up too on blue bayou

She was that kind of woman
That the wind washed over her face
The flowers emanated from her
a scent of a time forgotten

What do I do these days?
As I sway in a romantic way
I hear the yellow flower turn
I listen to the woods of the swamps slightly forlorn
The staircase points downward, I am lost
When the cars wheel by the pondering eyed strangers
The shores of oceans don't have legs
A soul hollow as the kind blue flower and fruit
Blossoms in the summer-youth which rots the skin to the shin, losing it's rind

It's a surprise to see
In your ashen coil under a sycamore tree
Where you have lost your lonely virility
Where is your heart these days, my child?
Lost in the vigil of the votive offerings of sunflowers
Till the next time
We will see as the tepid wind swells and boils
The effervescent water coolly blows into my eyes
As I sway in the straits of hasty affairs filmed and tinted in romantic lies, my faithful violet

Come set me in stone
Whatever you have to do
Do it alone

Search in the wind
Look at the sky
Find me again
You need to try

There's pain there
I can see it stare
Watch it, man
You don't care

You're on the other side of town
What's on your mind
Tell me about

Between the walls of sound
I can only hear
But, you can't scream
And shout

I know the pain's there
You just don't say
Watch it, man

Baby
If it's a problem, tell me
I wish I could have seen you fade.
I would move the heavens.

To have you back
I just didn't do anything about it
It was something I couldn't fix
I needed you to change

Please, stay just the same
We're on the opposite ends
Of spectrum

There were the stars in your embrace
The moon in your face
The fire in your eyes felt like
Some distant galaxy longed to be closer
To me through time and space

It's not a sign board that says
"Go away"
That is a mark of a silent prayer

It is the act of giving the poor a place to stay
When your pockets are empty
And you live in a house of despair

It's not tear gas on the streets
Or hostile stares to the cops
That is a mark of a silent plea

It is the act of kindness that takes heart
When the world hates you and is against you
And takes up it's arms

You cannot find the sunflower samurai
Because your thoughts are
Under the invisible sun

The music dies in the end
The early rising of the revolution
Brings the soldiers on the fields
With their guns of gold
Reaping what they sow with peasants dying
Blood everywhere
The selected people rise from the ashes
And the pulses ripe with the blood of a thousand
Workers lying in the fields
Enslaved by violence and crime was meaningless
The derelicts of war had risen with power
To rule people with the forceful hand that pulls the tiredness
Out of these soulless passengers of war-ridden land
The peaceful valley had seen destruction and now was gone
In a second the whole valley
Had become one and broke the power
That made the powerless broken by bewitched sedimented in the fundamentalism of this land
Taken by its roots
The rooms roam from the economic crisis that could cut its growing implications
Of crooks making it a feeling that devoid us of sensation
Crying life from the righteous people
Living in the despair of resuscitation from a painless existence
Parse knowledge brings ignorance to depravity
And this is what makes the government ignominious
You may even look at it as being unattached to the people in power
Points in an argument, evolution makes a good point
Repercussions of theological evidence as it is

The sun makes me squint my eye
There are times I don't wanna see the light
The cold makes me clutch my arms
You've held my eyes in your cold gaze

We could walk over the streets in the rain
The steps look like a painting of *******
Colorful but bleak, full of pain
The glaze of the puddles shine on the night

The dandelions in the field make me sniffle
There are times I don't wanna see the light
The cold makes me clutch my arms
You've held my eyes in cold gaze

Why do you look so quaint
As you steal the night from me
The life slowly dies and loses heat
When I see the heart of light stir into silence
Soon I shall resume to waste my time
On your intelligent face
As I learn about your foolish pride
When you barely caress my skin
I want to drape your hair like linen
Over our dichotomy of physique and electric ethos
As I lay on the softness of your blanketed body
Which covers me in smooth folds
And flutters in the wind
I love the fools instead of wise men
But, you tell me that isn't love
It's your pride, instead
You're the best thing about love
If it broke my heart

I see her standing on the beach
There's a place for the two of us
There's no reach
It will get better
With the two of us
If the syllables stick there's some strength in your character
Strong as an independent woman I've ever known
It can be cooler than
Any rap you're reading out to a woman
THere's a no place better than home
Why don't you take it back to my place?
We'll drink beer and sit in the shade
Drink a Tequila and may not even think of going into the physics
Uff we'll never meet.

****'s grown
The lawn's mown
I'm still dreaming of the petrichor
After thinking about it before
Looking for other words

The love you give is indeed bright
The sun thou est speak tonight
Cusps of the moon had a velleity towards illumination
Saying, c'est la vie, that's life
Of the boughs of beauty simply unbroken
By words of another world unspoken
The light of a thousand years
Brighten my sunshine morning that evokes the dawn
The darndest thing I remember is the moonlight
Of a thousand silver foxes approaching
In this folklore, we call eternal love

The rush of the land
The *** is formed
In the minefield
The land and rush of blood
To the head

Times have changed
I'm not the same
Rivers flow deep
But there's no rain
You know my mind now
Girl, I've lived with you
But I've wanted you too
Every day for 4-3 years
I never met someone's as wonderful
As you, girl

But, before your heart was mine
I was bedazzled
For a long, long while
Nervously, I came closer
I wanted more
Because of the way *** made me feel
Being ready for you was something so unreal
Stupid, I know
But I loved you to begin with

A single aversion
To love and its chances
Shocking me and my very kind
Avoiding glances and romances

A single aversion
Touched my soul, leaving me blind
And hurt
Taking sometime till I learn more about being a lover

The years went by
And the letter presented itself
Among many a person
In the community
From law to the police
He or She was known as L
Exposure to the case would result in a mistrial
Case getting handed to the Kira case
Was known to have connections with Kira
Till now it's just how it is between them
Obsequious as L was to Kira as always
There were some battles that had to be won
And I guess it was an inferno of self-destruction
For the series of Death Note animes that
Presented the book to its real form
Thank god for the bars to academically write this letter.
My resignation till the very end.

Little angel set in gilded marble
With your steel eyes and silken laid out
Stone body and sculpted dreamy mouth

And steel smile and iridescent grin
Steel wing end my life that shines like death in my eyes
Cut my time like erudition like a war in creation

A fire used to dance, now taking a vacation
I am in a distant dream looking for salvation
In rented apartments and stolen cigarettes and smoky billowing clouds of marijuana smoking silently
A cracked hip is worth a broken whip, this is no joke

She was beautiful
With flowers in her hair
Drenched in the rain

Where does your heart settle?
Do you speak my name in your dreams?
I know you are made for me
Then why leave me for another

Is love too much to ask?
Or do you fear the spring will last
The seasons may change, my love won't
Your mysteries are ever-expanding

Like the endless starry, starry sky

The more
I walk away from
You, my soul stretches
Thin like a cadence
The more
I walk away from
You, the depth of oceans
Reveals the emptiness
The more
I walk away from
You, I find my shadow striding
Beside me as I leave the light

In the skies
The osprey doesn't turn
Neither towards living or dead
It floats on sleeping wings
Arriving in dreamy nights

Nocturne and pianists
Remind me of the intimate Chopin
I hide from in old age's tepid waters
Like a terrapin
With its ragged claws and cold raw heart

If your lips were redder
Than apples rudded by autumn
I would rather simply bite the dust
As memory may turn to dust twice

Violence has no end
Tis' better this way without vice
Not a murmur of a prayer to restore
I have closed my arms
Around the firmament of the sky, before

You are a coat of many colors
A picture of different frames
You capture life in its essence
But, when winter comes
You'll be my coat and cane
Your kisses will be the summer
That I still desire to this day