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Maria Etre Feb 2019
When was the last time
you called to show
your
emotions?
kiran goswami Feb 2019
Well, you're swallowed by isolation,

And you call it 'peace'.
Recently I tell myself
I'm putting this love on hold
It sounds easier than giving up
Or moving on from a love untold
It sounds indefinite yet not
I'm neither trapped or controlled
To stay or leave when parts of me
Are still divided to uphold
If in 10 years I still love you
Or forget this love I know
I hope to be content, in love
To wherever this heart may go
East Wind Jan 2019
How do I find it?
the way home seems so hard.
walk over mountains,
hope the mountains won't collapse.
what day is today?
the day I meet my chance...
the chances are, I don't know how
far I can walk

I know the trees talk
              the trees talk
they call my name so clear and proud
what do they say when I'm not around?

Find me a willow tree
so I can rest my head
when the morning breaks
hope to find my bed instead
what day is today?
the day I find my place
but the chances are, I don't know how far
I can walk

I know the trees talk
              the trees talk
I wonder if they'll answer if I ask
Don't leave here
fruits may be poison
don't leave me here
the way home is what I seek
    Find me a house with the lights on
                                  with the food warm
                                  with the bed firm
    Find me a house with the clock on
                                  compass north
               So I can find my way home.
Laura G Jan 2019
I just wanted to talk to someone
But I never seemed to get the chance to
So I began to write;
make the time stop
But I didn’t want it to be poetic
Or imaginative
I didn’t want another person to hear me
I just wanted someone to finally listen
Are you listening?
I am talking to you.
kiran goswami Jan 2019
To the girl,
he is going to marry,


   When he comes home drunk,
   And calls out my name,
  Just kiss him and whisper,
  "I'm here, honey."
kiran goswami Jan 2019
You call them poems,
I call them hope.
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