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She doesn't recite poems in the darkish sunset

like golden corns dying to be reaped
she needs a hand to cut her through
reach to where a fleshless lust is still not ember.

Seasons come and fly away.

Her own poems withering
she pines for one simple nest
to rest.
Merry revellers
cast one glance on me
before your mind wavers
throw me one penny

My eyes are deep in socket
but ears are sharply keen
catch jingles in your pocket
silver's pompous din

Pray not be too aloof
need a lil of your pity
a penny can't buy a roof
can buy a crumb for belly

It wouldn't hurt you much
for one less from too many
merry revellers before you rush
toss my way one penny.
Unburdens the dusky river

dreams of flow dead in the bog of hyacinth
harvest burnt in the scorch of aridity
ripples robbed by the silt of dogma
sunbeam denied by the **** of creed


I was meant to reach the sea,
now I would never make it.


I pick the river's shattered pieces
with my own from the wintry dusk.
This is a poem
For people who feel lonely.*

Loneliness is a real feeling
Just like happiness
or love
or depression.
You can feel it when no one is in your presence, just as real as you can feel it in a crowded room.
You can feel it lying by yourself at night, just as real as you can feel it being held by the wrong hands.
Hear this:
Someone out there loves you.
Someone out there *adores
you.
And if they don't at this moment in time, they will in the future.
They are thinking about meeting someone just like you.
God has perfect timing
And He knows exactly when and how your life will unravel.
You are special and unique and absolutely no one else can play your part.
You deserve to be loved unconditionally.
You deserve to feel special.

So here's to all the loners
Who will no longer feel lonely
Soon.
 Nov 2015 Sri Shruthi
ks
lies
 Nov 2015 Sri Shruthi
ks
feed me poison,
watch me die,
savour while I struggle.

stab me with knives,
hear me cry,
make my screams your favourite song.

cut me up,
bleed me dry,
swim in my tears.

let me go through hell,
in beds of fire, lie
make castles of my ashes.

leave me behind,
and say goodbye,
carry with you a piece of me.

but please.. don't say you love me
only to lie.
first
i let myself weep
then slowly
my heart bleed words
dropping into these tattered pages
eventually
forming lines
and
making rhyming rhythms

©IGMS
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