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 Dec 2021 am i ee
P Venugopal
etched in memory
the day we left the village
leaving no footprints.

rain clouds gallop high
fast we run, puffing, panting--
who will reach home first?

the wheels of the cart
in quick rhythmic clatter
swing the bullock horns.

when the hills recede
quietly, unseen, dust
settles on the road.
i have been away from hellopoetry for quite some time, but not from poetry. may i start sharing my poems once again? i have even forgotten the names of my old friends here. i shall start updating on all of you. love
 Dec 2021 am i ee
RLF RN
Woke up today, thinking of you.
As the sun illuminates my window,
I couldn’t help but be grateful,
for the bliss it brought upon,
for the joy you brought upon.
The rest of the day,
now I shall look forward to.
Though you may not know,
it doesn’t matter.
To love you from afar,
I don’t mind.
Today is the first day after having written a love letter for my long-time secret love. That letter seems to make all the difference because finally, what had been a secret is no longer a secret today. It's a privilege because not every one is given a similar opportunity to love and to express how they feel.
So here I am, trying to make the most of it, while it lasts.
#aj
 Dec 2021 am i ee
Persephone
Someday I will bring this world to its knees for everything that it has done to me.
And while it begs for my forgiveness, I will simply watch as it trembles at the echos of my laugh
Am  i more or less
There is a less that is more
Than I will ever know and
A more that is less than all
i am...So be of Good Cheer
With nothing to fear that will
Not wait till next year that is
Only a thought of  mind walking
Upon a lonely shore thinking of
You again and again. Once more


For Lissa
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 Oct 2021 am i ee
Seán Mac Falls
.
His gift— her moist lips
The perpendicular smile
Each ****** a new kiss
.
slowly
we recognize
the shapes again
still hovering between
familiarity and strangeness

gradually
the view becomes accustomed
like in a meeting of old friends
whom years have changed
yet let them keep their essence
that helps us to remember
how we once shared
a space and time
in our lives

eventually
walls become transparent
as we step cautiously
into the new old house
walk over stairs
that lead us
to the rooms we think we know
still apprehensive

they look different now

we balance carefully
between past and present
forever hopeful
we are coming back
to the home
we left
eternities ago
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