Mehar Bawa: Favorites

Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa

Breach of Trust

You tell me that I'm needed,
That there's something I don't see.
But I'm scared to let you see it,
This thing inside of me.

I'm not alright,
You should know this by now.
Because I'm hurt,
And I am broken,
Don't make me tell you how.

You tell me that you know me,
That I have that 'certain spark'.
But the only thing you'll get from me,
Is a twisted and broken heart.

#depressing #broken #sad #depression #heart #depressed #hearted #unloved #unlovable

Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa

"I like"

Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa

Travis Lue Alston

"I like"

I like to kiss your forehead and then say that I love you baby.

I like to play with your hair and then stare deep into your seductive eyes baby.

I like to touch your body especially when you're pushed up against mines baby.

In the cool summer nights
I dreamed of you and you dreamed of me baby
You touched, you tatsed, and I stir everything that we dreamed of remember baby.

I like to slowly draw up every inch of your body with my tongue and move my hands up and down your body like I'm climbing mountains and there seems to be no end it's a beautiful adventure that I will never forget
baby
your body is mine until everything begians to fall but hopefully that won't happen baby I want us to be happy till the end.

Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa

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Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa

NuurSeraph

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Funny how simple poetry, beautifully unchanged in time. Is met with prose of those with guilt and blame and abandonment and the withdrawal of love or acceptance.

Amazing what a soul sharing simple beauty must pay for the sufferings of those she does not and has never known.

Now that is food for thought and that's to much to think about well, ***** to be....

Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa

The Skies can’t keep their secret!

Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa

Emily Dickinson

The Skies can’t keep their secret!

191

The Skies can’t keep their secret!
They tell it to the Hills—
The Hills just tell the Orchards—
And they—the Daffodils!

A Bird—by chance—that goes that way—
Soft overhears the whole—
If I should bribe the little Bird—
Who knows but she would tell?

I think I won’t—however—
It’s finer—not to know—
If Summer were an Axiom—
What sorcery had Snow?

So keep your secret—Father!
I would not—if I could,
Know what the Sapphire Fellows, do,
In your new-fashioned world!

Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa

wonder

Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa

Ace Malarky

wonder

I.      My misty April dream subsides
           and she's still there.
         A vision with what's real collides;
            a fancy caught me unaware

II.     I dreamt
            of secrets caught in ruby lips
            riddles on her fingertips

III.    I wonder
            if I'm one of countless blips
            on her radar full of ships

IV.    I dreamt
            that I am more.

It's spring break! I expected from myself more weather poems, but this spring decided to come slowly, so the weather is just disgusting. So no. Romantic poem instead! How do you like it? I figure that I'll add more onto it; usually I write on a paper copy and then transcribe them onto the site.

I promise I'll write more soon!

Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa

In the frost of a moment

Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa

Ady

In the frost of a moment

In the glimmer of the winter-
I, missing you,
missing the we,
missing us.
In the frost of the snow-
you, buried deep,
buried and lost,
buried as our past.
In the middle of December-
cold is the wind,
long is the night,
gone is the warmth.
In the end, all is lost, memories fade-
Gone is the day.

#love #go #sad #loss #past #of #winter #cold #letting

Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa

Being a star is hard work

Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa

Not-So-Superman

Being a star is hard work

Being a star is hard work.

As I shine all through the night,
keeping up my brilliant light,
and struggling to be a pleasant sight.

I realize,

there are so many others
that are
alight.

Being a star, is hard work.

Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa

To Not Have Seen The Sea

Apr 2014 Mehar Bawa

Not-So-Superman

To Not Have Seen The Sea

How different would
a man's life be.
Should he have never
met the sea.

Not know would he
of water's breath stealing sight
or the waves tumultuous melody
or the sun as it sinks into night.

Lost would be such a delight
often overlooked by normal man
to bare witness to a great might
and revel in a marvelous plan.

Not really my thing. But it came to me so I wrote it out.. Feedback is much appreciated!