a garden unkempt,
she took him,made an attempt.
he is more than real!

For me...
Life is an eternal attempt.

Life is the name of putting efforts,
Efforts to pull the strings together.

Life is the name of a happy being,
Being content with what we have.

Life is the name of dissatisfaction,
Satisfied I'll face a lack of fervour.

Life is the name of a social liability,
Spend time & learn how to behave.

Life is the name of finding corners,
Corners of happiness in the world.

Life is the name of achieving love,
A lover other than parents I mean.

Life is the name of the procreation,
Practice until you finally procreate.

The one love is not ready to accept,
Neither me nor my love for herself.

Still I dream of going to her house,
There I'll attempt to persuade her.

Though she will probably insult me,
But for love this is an eternal attempt.

I will again find myself in Amritsar after completing this degree.

Call me mad but I am not going to give up until she is married to someone else.

My HP Poem #1600
©Atul Kaushal
Ma Cherie May 20

Light is gently fading,
as day is turning over
the reins to the sky
spirits now shining,
a golden amber glow,
so I let out a sigh,

my eyes squint
in thanks,
reminding me -
ever
so beautifully,
that you are not here,
but I still say-
hey
you never-
know,
an I go on
without any fear.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Idk....;/

I want to be able to smile at You
and have you smile back, to talk to You
and actually visibly see You
having an interest in what i have to say. You
sitting next to me right now just brings
back everything . all those memories of what
i haven't yet been able to forget and how a
simple misunderstanding changed it all. You
there laughing with all your new friends, Your
back to me asking to if it's possible for You
to move to sit next to someone else.
i really thought we could figure it out, You
never allowed it to be any different. You
made it clear to me about what it was You
wanted , never once considered what
my decisions would've been. i'd have chosen You

Cherisse May May 13

Tanga ka ba
At binabalik-balikan mo
Ang mga tweets niya
Na nagpapakitang masaya na siya sa iba?

Masaya ka ba
Na inuulit-ulit mong tingnan
Ang mga ginuhit mo para sa kanya
Na kahit ni minsan hindi ka pumasok sa isipan niya?

Bobo ka ba
At pinipili mong
Magdusa nang mag isa
Dahil gusto mo pa rin siya?

At higit sa lahat
Manhid ka ba
Dahil mas pinipili mo ang magmahal ng iba
Kaysa sa taong hanggang ngayon ay hinihintay ka?

an attempt at Filipino poetry and a bitch slap to reality to myself.

I skip a heartbeat, and still I survive,
Be hit by a car and still be alive.
The clouds could drop right out of the sky,
The oceans could disappear, and all turn dry.

Life wouldn’t be the same without you,
You're there when I need you to help me through.
Through the good times and through the bad,
Be them happy, or be them sad.

I don't have to be with you, to know that you're there,
I don't have to see you, to know that you care.
We could be apart for years upon end,
and still remain the best of friends.

Life goes on, and people change,
Though our friendship still remains the same.
What a life and how things come to be.
Just thought you should know,
How much you meant to me.

WJ Thompson Mar 18

She smiles like a Cheshire Cat,
And it makes me laugh to think of how she sways her hips, walking away while looking back, like a professional acrobat.

"Live with me! I'll cook for you!"

The cologne
      of her ex
             on her skin,
                  
as she coos
          into my ear,
                    "Oops,
                            
                              dropped my phone."

She bends her neck to let me see her breasts
(which jiggle as she giggles at a joke I never said)

I don't trust her. Not at all.

But I'm flattered by her clear attempt to sell me in the mall.
Maybe it's Maybelline,
Maybe it's methamphetamine
(Or the bruises on her arm)
Or her pupils stretched with a line,
Of black paint past her felonies,
Past the "no trespassing" sign.
Past her oceanic iris,
Curving to her brow,
Like a coy, reserved, egyptian lynx,
Poised while on the prowl.
Maybe it's her melancholy glance,
Sent off towards some memory,
Of a redwood where she kissed-
How she looks away when she sits,
To my left,
her eyes, motioning
to some tempting offscreen thing...

I don't know what drug she worships,
But it's got her shivering.

"I love you like I love rock music
           (But keep your clothes on)
I love you like I love the Steinhart aquarium,
           (But keep your clothes on),
I love you like I love the cinema,
           (But thanks for the compliment)"

Alison Latres Jan 20

This ache, it seems
To drip through my mouth
To fall from my tongue
To hang from my voice

It speaks louder than I would
And hisses violently
Whilst I tuck it back inside
So I can "smile" for the peoples' eyes

And they do not mind,
They do not take note
As this fear that crept out
Is tucked away in the back of my mind

In the tightest crevice,
in the smallest hole
It fits snuggly until it breaks loose
And cuts through flesh again

Until I cannot compose myself
And until I'm dying again
I "smile" for the peoples' eyes
And assure them it's alright

But inside, it's breaking
I'm breaking
It hurts too much
Yet I cannot ease it, so I hide it.

Help.

He licked the sole of your feet,

And you were holding his fleet,

While he did that,

How he then sat,

You will know your dog's fleet!

My first attempt at a limerick poem.

A limerick is a humorous poem consisting of five lines. The first, second, and fifth lines must have seven to ten syllables while rhyming and having the same verbal rhythm. The third and fourth lines only have to have five to seven syllables and have to rhyme with each other and have the same rhythm.

Fleet means naughtiness as well.

My HP Poem #1382
©Atul Kaushal
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