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Aditya Roy Jun 2019
Erudites have long wondered how civilization spread through
This oasis where you lie in your solitude
Going around the same old allegory
That you tread upon in some shadow
Books hide those shadowed thoughts
Luckily I can see through you
And the rain came again and washed away
The stars came upon me like a comet
For personal reasons, the photographs didn't exist
At least, not to my knowledge
Apotropaic I could see the scars she hid behind, From the demons that took her soul. She wore her troubled past upon her marred soul
Surbhi Dadhich May 2019
His eyes were the smearing of ink
On a deep scented, long love letter
His skin was the radiant tint
On a warm, lusted petal
His brilliance brimming was rock-hard
On my 'oh so delicate' heart
His hair were specks of love
In my darkest nightmares
His jawline wore the jewel
The magic key to endless treasure
His hands were generously stemming out
Escalating my earnestness to be a beggar
His physique was the far-sighted temple
Mere sight of which shakes the conscience
As I inched closer , with a racing heart
An illegible fire resisted, tempting me more
As I stepped back, frozen
Yet in his unnerving trap
Clouding him behind his back..
Thank you for reading.
AnxiousOcean May 2019
I am not very certain
if being alone makes one strong.
Because if it is,
then I'd rather be weak.
You've always wanted me to be strong,
to be better, to be cold, to be a stone;
yet all I've ever wanted is for you to stay.
Would you consider me weak?
I care not--
even Adam needed an Eve.
Maybe I am not afraid to be alone;
I'm just afraid that you'd leave.
:')
Behind those times,
My mind travels in thousand miles.
Behind those pretty eyes,
Are my tears that came from all those cries.
Behind those bluish skies,
Are symbol of loneliness which I try to hide.
Behind those rides,
I don't even know what my life defines.
Behind those advice,
Is myself that can't still make it apply.
Behind those white lies,
Is me that is still waiting for your reply.
Behind those fake smiles,
I'm still trying to look for the positive side.
Behind those sighs I make,
Are sleepless nights that keeps me awake.
Behind those closed doors,
Is me that no one will ever adore.
I had fun with those rhymes haha.
Poetic T May 2019
We yearn to be whole yet,
       some are empty
      only though others actions.

Let us fill every vessel
           so everyone is of equal self.

Never leave another behind.
vern Apr 2019
in my pocket you will find
a receipt, some gum
scraps of paper, some change
a wrapper or two
there is a dollar as well,
and finally a book
of unfinished poems.
open the book you will find
words that were written
but soon to be forgotten
by the author who misplaces her mind
she wants to accomplish
even a drabble or two but
sadly she will never finish
for she'll forget that too
along with her ambition
perhaps works are meant to be unfinished
I always try to write. Unfortunately, I'm not very good at finishing what I start. I'm trying to get better and finishing my works. This poem is basically about that. This is for the forgetful people who want to accomplish a lot but either forget to complete their works or lose the will to do so. This is basically my first poem on this website, I hope you like it.
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