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sushii Jan 28
On a day such as this,
I return from my tiring work.
On a day such as this,
I return to this dull world.

I hear it once more--
The droning, and the grayness it explores.

I feel it coming--
The humming, and the slight drumming...

The thinning beats are composed of children's pitter-patter,
And sullen ***** dish clatter.
The tuneless melody speaks of pointless meanings,
And empty greetings.

I hear it once more--
The droning, and the grayness it explores.

I feel it coming--
The humming, and the slight drumming...

I hear it one more time--
Or so I think,
For the part of me that understands
Has already died.
KHY Jan 23
Words are knives in my heart;
I am dull to the world

When I keel and I peel;
My aftermath is sealed
Willow Jan 7
things around here have become somberly dull since you left. almost as if each day i wake i notice the colors around me are drained a bit more than the day before.

and despite me knowing that someday all hues shall return, when we once again collide like the supernovas we are...i can’t help but feel that for now life has lost all color.

W. Be
ren Dec 2018
i have no confidence whatsoever
and i’m lacking in motivation
so how do i continue
when i have so little?
William Maxwell Dec 2018
When life is dull and dreary
And leaves one's eyes
Full and teary
Through the bleak winter
Awaiting the maiden spring
For beauty is the one true cure
To leave life lovely and pure...
Rosely Medina Dec 2018
Someday, my darling, I will bloom a ravishing bloom. Butterflies shall hold astound as my lavish colors wander dull skies. Fireflies will stand in awe as my luster illuminates the nights. Bees shall not discern me beside the rest of the blossom. I will bloom heavenly.
Masha Yurkevich Dec 2018
My strange feelings;
you inspire me to write.
Invading my mind day and night.
I love the way you always change;
making me feel happiness,
and rage.
Let me compare you to November,
a month of dreariness and fog.
A month that seems so long.
A month that makes me lost in my thoughts.
A month where weather in unpredictable.
A month that seems like trouble and dull.
My strange feeling
and much like November.
Temporal Fugue Dec 2018
The words will someday bury me, eternally, eventually
a specter that none can venture, or see
and yet, will always be

My ghost now in periphery, essentially, unequivocally
just some paranoid activity
spirits wild, and free

A presence, apparition, without material definition
no clarity from any position
a deteriorated condition

The doctor, from his elevated premonition
pumping me full, and mentally dull
with no chance in ****
of any recognition
I don't understand dulling the mind to everything in the name of alleviating pain, it doesn't make sense IMO :(
Tanay Sengupta Dec 2018
Rise, oh rise brave bird!
The sky is waiting for your flight.
Long have these eyes yearned,
For a mere glimpse of your sight.

Prayers and cries can be heard,
They are with you in your fight.
The calendar marks the day as third,
In your absence, there is no joy or delight.

An old man with his vision blurred,
Waits sitting under the street light.
Without a movement or a word,
He patiently waits in this cold night.

Saddened and angered,
He refuses to believe that your future is not bright.
Though Broken, bruised and battered
He knows you won't quit, he knows you will fight.

For those old eyes that have yearned,
For a mere glimpse of your sight.
For his sake, oh brave bird.
Rise and take flight!

Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
All Rights Reserved.
This is my most straightforward poem till date. There is not much to explain on this poem, I hope you like it. Thank you.
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