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Nandini yadav Apr 2020
दिल से जुड़ी थी जो बातें दिल की

अब दिल ही दिल में दबाने लगे हैं

वो धीरे-धीरे हमसे दूर जाने लगे हैं,,

बेझिझक करते थे जो कभी बातें हमसे

अब हर राज़ छुपाने लगे हैं

वो धीरे-धीरे हमसे दूर जाने लगे हैं,,

कहते थे जो कभी न छूटेगा साथ हमारा

अब वही अपना हाथ छुड़ाने लगे हैं

वो धीरे-धीरे हमसे दूर जाने लगे हैं,,

मिलकर देखे थे जो कभी ख्वाब हमने

अब एक-एक कर हर ख्वाब दफ़नाने लगे हैं

वो धीरे-धीरे हमसे दूर जाने लगे हैं,,

हसरत थी जिनके साथ ज़िन्दगी बिताने की

चाहत थी उम्र भर साथ निभाने की

दिलाया था जिसने भरोसा अपने क़रीब होने का

आज वही तन्हाइयों का एहसास कराने लगे हैं

वो धीरे-धीरे हमसे दूर जाने लगे हैं       

 वो धीरे-धीरे हमसे दूर जाने लगे

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They are slowly moving away from us...


The words of the heart that were related to the heart
Now the heart is pressing in the heart
They are slowly moving away from us,
Feel free to talk to us once
Now every secret has been hidden
They are slowly moving away from us,
They used to say that they will never leave our company
Now he is freed
They are slowly moving away from us,
Together we saw what ever dream
Now every dream is being buried
They are slowly moving away from us,
Hasrat was with whom to spend his life
Wanted to live together throughout my life
Who had given me the confidence to be close
Today those same loners are starting to realize
They are slowly moving away from us
They are slowly moving away from us
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GreenWitch May 2020
How
How do you even like me? What do you even like about me that makes you keep saying you love me everyday?

How do you keep those thoughts at the forefront of your mind as you watch my daily failures?

How do I also attain this level of love for you?
Just some feelings going on lately
Amanda Kay Burke May 2020
Why must I feel the way I feel?
Want to wake up but this nightmare is real
Too many mazes clouding my brain
Swirling in circles driving insane  
Poor judgement leading emotions down hazardous roads
Lugging regrets like oversized loads
I worry
Stress over nothing at all
Convince feet I'm destined to fall
Tripping over thoughts I create
Actual obstacles don't get in the way
Self-sabotaging before having a chance to fail
Sink the boat BEFORE setting sail
It is better to know you're a loser than be unaware
Best get used to being alone because others won't be there
I'm a loser baby so why dont you **** me
Mrs Anybody May 2020
hope
is a
terrible thing

it keeps you alive
and
nourishes you

until
it strikes
you down
with
one single blow
also check out my other poems!  :)
Cecil Miller May 2020
Hoosegow

Get down in time,
With Clemintine,
You'll have a chicken,
Sausage, feta omlett,

At breakfast time,
Or when the water's fine,
When it's time to go,
You gotta do what you can to...

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get.
If they are against you they will lose that
Bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet.
Each for his own,
Each king his own.
Every rolling stone,
Gets down in the hoosegow.
Just something I've been working up. It's sort of my answer to Jailhouse Rock
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2020
I have drank *****
Down to very last droplet
At bottles bottom
I don't drink much nowadays but back in my prime I was never one to turn down a spider
Zack Ripley Apr 2020
The world is healing
As our worlds are crashing down.
But someone has to fall
So another can wear the crown.
But even if we have to resort
To eating beans and rice,
Isn't having a healthy earth
Worth the sacrifice?
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Have I been too long at the fair?
by Michael R. Burch

Have I been too long at the fair?
The summer has faded,
the leaves have turned brown,
the Ferris wheel teeters,
not up, yet not down . . .
Have I been too long at the fair?

NOTE: This is one of my earliest poems, written around age 15 when we were living with my grandfather within walking distance of the Nashville fairgrounds. I believe the Ferris wheel only operated during the state fair. So my “educated guess” is that this poem was written during the 1973 state fair, or shortly thereafter. I remember watching people hanging suspended in mid-air, waiting for carnies to deposit them safely on terra firma again. Keywords/Tags: state, fair, carnival, carnies, Ferris, wheel, teeters, teetering, up, down, summer, fall, leaves, falling, time
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Have I been too long at the fair?
by Michael R. Burch

Have I been too long at the fair?
The summer has faded,
the leaves have turned brown,
the Ferris wheel teeters,
not up, yet not down . . .
Have I been too long at the fair?

NOTE: This is one of my earliest poems, written around age 15 when we were living with my grandfather within walking distance of the Nashville fairgrounds. I believe the Ferris wheel only operated during the state fair. So my “educated guess” is that this poem was written during the 1973 state fair, or shortly thereafter. I remember watching people hanging suspended in mid-air, waiting for carnies to deposit them safely on terra firma again. Keywords/Tags: state, fair, carnival, carnies, Ferris, wheel, teeters, teetering, up, down, summer, fall, leaves, falling, time
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