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kiran goswami Dec 2018
A wardrobe full of branded clothes,
Still mummy's gift on her birthday will always be the daughter's favourite dress.
8M Dec 2018
A sweet sponge cake
With snow-white icing
And a single candle
As big as a basketball

The table's covered in silk
Confetti all over the walls
And the floor, too
It's time to celebrate

The candle lights up
They're hesitant
Too good to eat, they think
Noisemakers distract them

But there's no noisemakers to be found

One of them grabs the knife and sighs
It has to happen
The other make a wish
And the room goes dark

The knife makes a deep cut
Unexpectedly, jam comes out
They're scared
Invisible noisemakers continue to play
The cake remains still, unaffected by time

The one with the knife did not know what to do but throw it
And it hits another, but not the cake
Jam falls, drop by drop

The silky tablecloth gets ripped
It was never strong enough
Noise grows deafening

The birthday child cries
This went in an unexpected direction.
Mazen Edlibi Dec 2018
A day is marked under my name saying, “it is Your Birthday”?
And  
“I Forgot!”
I forgot to count!
I forgot to enjoy!
I forgot to have fun!
Papers are fading away! Withering like leaves in the air
I refrain myself from writing…
I refrain my words to go out of my throat!
I can’t stop what inside me!
I can’t stand still from knowing why!
I can’t understand my silence anymore!
Poetic Eagle Dec 2018
forever is promised i won't break it
i'll make a wish for every twinkle in your eye
even if we lock eyes, your smile shall set me free
fireworks you create
is Shalom
leaving vast particles as sweetened pieces of art in wildfires
the nostalgia became a beautiful memory
amnesia is lost in every scent that displayed petals
within flowers i found thorns, in foresight a Lily like you was found
By Mc Donald
Sara Dec 2018
you don’t owe anybody
                        emotionally,
            other than
yourself.
Syv Elena Nov 2018
Garlands
Are flowers
Presents
Are stone
Laughter
Are tears
You
Are ash
One day I'll write a poem celebrating his life. Today is not that day. I'm sorry.
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