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I went to the forest,
Forest spoke a poem...

*Have you seen my green trees,
The trees that gave me shade..

Have you seen my animals,
The animals that here played.

Have you seen my birds,
The birds that sang their songs..

Have you seen my flowers,
The flowers that scented my air...

Why does the evening feel so barren,
Where has she bereft me to rot alone?

Oh my companion mother nature,
Where have you left me oh my God?

Why only the hardened insects remain,
Who am I supposed to listen to now?

Would this bit of grass be able to survive,
Or will it abandon me just like others?

Where do these two-legged creatures come from,
Have I forgot having looked after them throughout?

Why do they use my wood to kindle bonfires,
Couldn't father time just revert everything back?
A namesake personification of the forest,
I give vent to my personal feelings herein.

My HP Poem #772
©Atul Kaushal
Nap
Here I lay
With an itch to write
And fear of what I'd say
When the sky
refuses to roar.
When love walks
out the door.

When the flowers
refuse to bloom.
When the leaves
fall to their doom.

When the trees
refuse to be strong.
When the birds
cease their song.

When the bells
refuse to chime.
When a poem
loses its rhyme.

When a child
refuses to be bold.
When a hand
let goes its hold.

When the smile
refuses its charm.
When the life
is put to harm.

Then, we shall
know, my friend.
The world has come
to its end.
think of me often
my hands, bones, body: shaking
I am not dust yet
I've lost all my baby teeth
But I remember the ache in my gums
The ****** holes they left behind

I exchanged each pearl for a coin
From a glittering fairy tale falsity
A consolation prize for growing up

Bits of bone falling from my mouth
I bid my skeletal farewell
To the pieces of me I no longer needed
Note: the last line is heavily influenced/inspired by the writing of poet Sarah Kay
I love the way you talk out of the side of your mouth, like you could somehow reel the words you say back in,
throw out a line, before it's too late.
I wrap my arms around you before you can react and it's just my way of saying that
I love the syllables, the speech that softens your expression,
the fox-light in your eyes
and your curved lips on mine.
I kind of hate you;

                                                                  That's all.
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