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I think the most magical thing about poetry
Is that no matter how many times you read a poem
Overlook it
Don't understand it
Maybe not even like it

One day
Something happens
Your heart breaks in a certain way
And it clicks
A poem that once seemed foreign
Puts your heartache into better words than you can yourself
 Apr 2017 Rachna Beegun
Àŧùl
All of my 1500 poems,
If I could rewrite each one,
They would still be for her.

All of my daily breaths,
If I'd inhale each one again,
They would still carry her name.

All of my silver coins,
If I could earn much more,
They would still be for her.
My HP Poem #1500
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2017 Rachna Beegun
Àŧùl
It is me who changed,
I now know who to blame.

For she is just like her self,
She didn't change at all.

No, I do not blame her,
For she is exactly the same.

She is just like she was,
Still video chatting clothless.

The difference is that I'm here,
The new one is overseas.

He has told me everything.
My HP Poem #1501
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2017 Rachna Beegun
Just Melz
Can you feel the ache in my chest?
Can you touch the cracks in my heart?
Can you tell where my soul begins,
And where it's been torn all apart?

I'm made of sharp edges and pieces fit with super glue
Can you feel it?
I'm a heartless enigma and a soulless slice of truth
Can you feel it?
Enemies make the best friends and now I hate you
Can you feel it?

Lies are like a bullet to my heart, filling me with holes
A feeling of emptiness overwhelms me, a space too bold
Trying to hold on tight to a tangle too tied to unfold
Lost in a web of pain too damaged to be controlled

I'm made of broken glass, chipped and shattered
Can you feel it?
I'm an empty shell of something that once mattered
Can you feel it?
Pieces are falling, a love now bruised and battered
Can you feel it?

The harmony of injustice is ringing in my ears
A lullaby of sweet nothings and my childhood fears
A common trend unfolds, a chorus of chants and tears
A pain ripples through my body and the monster finally appears

Can you feel it?
Thank You All for your wonderful comments.
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 Apr 2017 Rachna Beegun
Àŧùl
Hoisted her like a princess,
Atop the flagpole of my poetry.
Hosted her like a daughter,
Never before did so in history.
But she's tried yet another,
So she was tired of my purity.
Nay!

She got bored of the imaginary saddle.
My HP Poem #1503
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2017 Rachna Beegun
Àŧùl
If I were a girl,
I would write poems of hope.

If I were a girl,
I would fly high with the wings of eternity.

If I were a girl,
I would enjoy my superior existence.

If I were a girl,
I would respect the future mother in me.

If I were a girl,
I would help the helpless get education.

Even though I am a boy,
I still write poems of hope.

Even though I am a boy,
I still try to fly with my wings.

Even though I am a boy,
I marvel at my uncanny existence.

Even though I am a boy,
I respect the caring future father in me

Even though I am a boy,
I have helped the helpless get education.
My HP Poem #1492
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2017 Rachna Beegun
Àŧùl
Those who leave they never come back,
But their memories never leave me alone.

My heart is a temple, my heart is a temple,
Where love is worshipped, that home of a lover is my heart.

Each one of my heartbeats is a hymn to her,
I just need to shut my eyelids and she's here,
Death can erase my existence in her life, not my memories.

I submit the wreath of her memories in my heart,
And light the lamps of my tears,
Every breath calls out her name from the abode of love.
My HP Poem #1493
©Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2017 Rachna Beegun
Mike Adam
The only
Not wanted
Was
Breath

All of you

My darlings

I loved
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