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Maria Etre Sep 2020
My hands
lost sense of feeling
from all the sanitization
I wish I could forgive you for
What you have done
Stupid *******
I wished that I could be with you
But that won’t happen


I wish I could forget
Your actions
I wish I could kiss you
And see your eyes
Smiling at me
But that won’t work

I wish I could love you
But your stupidity
Have made me
Hateful
I wish we could be in
Our Saudi Arabia
But that blessing
Ain’t happening








‎أتمنى أن أغفر لك
‎ ماذا فعلت
‎ موظر غبي
‎ تمنيت أن أكون معك
‎ لكن هذا لن يحدث


‎ أتمنى أن ننسى
‎ أفعالك
‎ أتمنى لو أستطيع تقبيلك
‎ وانظر الى عينيك
‎ يبتسم لي
‎ لكن هذا لن ينجح

‎ أتمنى أن أحبك
‎ لكن غبائك
‎ جعلتني
‎ الكراهية
‎ أتمنى أن نكون في
‎ المملكة العربية السعودية
‎ لكن تلك النعمة
‎ لا يحدث
White Shadow Sep 2020
Death is a life changing event,
Not only for the one who die,
But also for the ones alive.

The concept of death feels so vast and confusing, but yet is so simple,
It's like you're travelling from one place to another, just like we normally travel,
The difference is just that we cannot return to the place we died from.

Many of us are here alive but are dead from within,
Our pain, our sorrows and many other are the reasons behind it.

Sometimes I just think death is better living like this.
Sometimes thinking of death gives a feeling of being more alive.
Mystic Ink Plus Sep 2020
Whoever awaites the sunrise
Whoever stares at moon
Whoever likes the rain
Whoever colors the life
They love poetry

Whoever is unloved
They love poetry
Whoever is loved
They love poetry
Whoever is timid
They love poetry
Whoever is quiet
They love poetry
As well

And I'm
One of them
Genre: Observational
Theme: Everyone does love poetry
Unpolished Ink Sep 2020
Everything bends to the singing wind

Frozen trees brittle and dark

Stark

Naked on hard and barren fields

All is sleeping

Resting in the cold

Fences crack

Rabbits nibble at freezing grass

Breaths frost the crystal air in hope of thaw

Silence rings

A cracking twig

Splits the purity a little

A pistol shot of noise

On a winter afternoon
Trying to describe the feel of standing alone in winter
Simran pawar Sep 2020
Silence is a women's loudest cry,
If she is speechless,
Her heart is too tired of words.
Simran pawar Sep 2020
I like to stay quiet because the world have enough loud.
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