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Àŧùl Sep 2018
I do not want to pile on,
But I am in sweet pain,
Just below the belt...

Pain due to nervousness,
My dad was unwell,
He got successfully operated...

He's my dear guardian Angel,
Sustained injury whilst protecting me,
I escaped with minor gashes.

He's undoubtedly the best father,
There may be any trouble on me,
But he's always standing on guard.

I strive to make my father feel proud,
And though I often fail to make him feel so,
I shall not give up hope that I shall make him feel proud.

Right now,
I am in pain,
I am unable to urinate.

But this pain is bearable,
I shall now help him recover,
My life is his blessings all over.
Maybe due to the subconscious tension about my father's recent surgery, I am unable to urinate after the morning bath but it will be alright.

Nothing scares me after my tete-a-tete with death for the 28 days in the comatose state and then the utterly painful but necessary physiotherapy. These bothersome little troubles are not something that I should be worried about now.

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My HP Poem #1723
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Aaron LaLux Sep 2018
Heart breaking heart broke,
they say write another poem,
as if my emotions are only fodder,
for the father feeling solemn,

so in,
no lines,
contemplate everything,
including suicide,

If I died,
would I go to Heaven,
if a cat has 9 lives,
then does a a man have 7?

All questions,
with no answers to mention,
if the result is an insult,
then it matters not the intention,

an Honorable Mention,
here at this point in the poem,
to all those that told me to go in,
and write a poem about my heart being broke open,

broken,
open,
poems,
omens,

I guess then you must break open to let the light in,

let the light in,
this is an Amazing Adventure called life,
let’s make some memories before the grave takes our energy,
let’s celebrate our life and not wait for any lights,

life in the fast lane,
lost a few good men along the way,
and a few good women to but hey that’s the way it goes,
when you’re living life in the fast lane,

this is all so fckn cliche,
and I don’t know what else to say,
and she left me because I wasn’t strong enough,
to simply speak up and ask her to stay,

fck,
I kept my mouth shut,
then just watched as she walked away,

and now I’m in that type of pain that one can not simply escape,

I’m sorry I’m not sorry I’m late,
but I don’t have a very important date,
other than that one I have with Destiny,
where we meet at the entrance of those Pearly Gates,

great,
just another Heart Break Love Story,
jeez,
tell me something we haven’t heard already,

tired of hearing the sound of breaking hearts,
when I find myself on the Boulevard,
what has become of this empire,
how have we changed so little yet gone so far,

and what will be left of us when we’re done,
and where do we go when there’s no where left to run,
and what will be left of it when it’s done,
when our Empire breaks like a heart attack from being beat like a drum,

Heart breaking heart broke,
they say write another poem,
as if my emotions are only fodder,
for the father feeling solemn,

so in,
no lines,
contemplate everything,
including suicide,

If I died,
would I go to Heaven,
if a cat has 9 lives,
then does a a man have 7?

All questions,
with no answers to mention,
if the result is an insult,
then it matters not the intention,

an Honorable Mention,
here at this point in the poem,
to all those that told me to go in,
and write a poem about my heart being broke open,

broken,
open,
poems,
omens,

I guess then you must break open to let the light in…

∆ LaLux ∆

Instagram: @aaronlalux
Lonely Heart Sep 2018
Some demons are born from malice
Sky rending hatred and blood storms
Such are demons of unending passion
Some demons are born from greed
Covetous grins and shifty hands
Such are demons of delirious nature
Some demons are born of desire
Coquette gazes and glazed eyes
Such are demons of temptation
Some demons are born from hunger
Thirsty tongues and soft palates
Such are demons of gluttony
Some demons are born from envy
Green eyes and clenched teeth
Such are demons of bitterness
Some demons are born of laziness
Slow movement and emotionless
Such are demons of apathy
Some demons are both of the self
Arrogant demeanor and fearless gaze
Such are demons of pride
All are demons, that come from oneself
But the true evil of sin
Is the self.
chloe Apr 2018
i know its not a poem.
its more of a thankyou.
a sorry.
a reply.
a hello. and maybe it could be a goodbye.
I just wanted to thankyou from the bottom of my heart.
for you have followed me.
right from the start.
thank you so much for following me!
im only 13 and am only just finding my spot in this earth. so thankyou x
Poetic T Mar 2018
Our environment
                     writes
our
      words for us.
Imran Islam Dec 2017
Dear Friends, you do not need to hide
your real age
You really do not need to show
your cleavage
no need to upload for showing
your nudes
to get a boyfriend or husband.

A simple smile of you
is enough for showing
your beautiful looks.

A true gentleman will fall for you
and accept you
because of the beauty inside you
not of your outer looks instead.

Why do you hangover
and sleepover
with a friend or guy
to help something ****?

You feel like smiling
for compliments from unknown men
but you get your real man wrong
when he says
"you're ugly or fat" for having fun.

A relationship based on
outer looks may look really great
but can't stand strong
as outer beauty is
surely going to fade someday.
While relationships based on
two true hearts and souls
can live forever.
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