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Peter Garrett Aug 26
I used to be bold and fearless
Annoyingly self assured
Daydreaming about greatness
Telling everyone about how
Someday I'd rule the world.

Those days are long gone
Making me feel like a hollow shell
A mere shadow of my former self
And life became all about
Playing a role I simply can't fit
Fooling everyone...
But me
Will this anguish and emptiness ever go away?
Parin Aug 2020
Maybe hope is just an illusion,
a mirage,
which prevents us from seeing the reality,
fooling us to believe that its actually there,
fooling us to believe that it'll actually help,                                
but it's all a lie,                                                             ­   
a lie so white,
as if like snow,
that falls on you,
giving you a glimpse of happiness,
just a tick of satisfaction,
but soon it melts,
drowning you in a puddle,
a puddle of fake hope and expectations,
a puddle of fake happiness and flustering sensations.
And that is when you'll realize,
that hope is nothing but a clean white lie.
RK Apr 2020
Before you leave me,
could you tell me you love me
‘Coz I need it now
I’m inured to hidden love
Please assure my anxious heart
Amjad Alkadasi Aug 2016
The
                            Moment
                                You
                         Say goodbye,
                         I'm dumped!
No I'm not dumb, it's just that my day left time will be missing you and wishing u always beside.

                             Some
                            Might
                          ­  Scorn
                               or
                          Criticize
                          ­    my
                       Exaggeration,

I will not respond and make a clarification, still not weakness but me being simple stating that true love must have such sensations.

No
     not
            an
                 opinion,
                                perhaps
                                               this
                                       love
                                   is
                              no
                  longer
   existing

Senses would rather be conspicuous, thus love won't reach a demise.
All I see is fools and lies upon the name of love,
All
I
See
Is
Fooling
In
Love
NOT FALLING !

***** u all, I bet u know nothing but Lols. In the name of love I say doom u all, go love like real or make it seal.

It's
       Not
              Worth
             Breaking
                   A
               Heart !
Phil Lindsey Dec 2015
I did not know that poetry has rules.
‘Tis not a craft for ordinary fools.
Those, that form and meter never master,
Are ever doomed; they are the poetasters.
As opera singers, out of tune, do make
Discerning listeners do a double-take,
And chefs, who sprinkle salt instead of sweet,
Serve meals that connoisseurs would never eat;
A writer with a wretched poet’s curse
Will never craft a great Heroic Verse.

So as I count my syllables and feet,
And wonder if my metaphors will meet,
I pray that hypermetrics are okay,
(For I have used a few of them today,)
I’ll leave the verdict, reader, up to you,
Affirm that to my mission, I’ve been true,
Or if the ending to my verse bathetic
Christen me a poet most pathetic.
Heroic Lines in Couplets, I intended;
Judge me, reader, now this verse has ended.

Phil Lindsey 12/24/15
I most often do not write notes to my poems, hoping that any readers out in HP land enjoy them for what they are.  Also, I am most definitely NOT a technical writer,  nor have I had formal classes or training.  But I have been attempting to read "The Ode Less Travelled" by Stephen Fry.  Mr. Fry describes (often humorously)  iambic pentameter, rhyming schemes, meter, and much more in his didactic book. Thus, I have attempted to write a poem in Heroic Verse.  With my apologies to Mr. Fry.  :-)
Allyson Walsh Jun 2015
There's no such thing
As no strings attached
Although your emotions are absent

There's no such thing
As no strings attached
Even though I say I'm fine with these decisions

A baseball glove is your future
But for now I will suture
My body back together

Tying it together with the strings
That should never be attached
To sneaking around

You probably call it *******
While your buddies
Pat you on the back

I thought *** was supposed to be
More than just you and me
Keeping our voices down

How
Do you let me through your window
Just to tell me to get dressed and go?

We were fooling around
But it's different now
That you're playing with my heart
For DC
Written October 2014
(One time is enough. Never again.)
(Save your first time and never let it be with someone who considers it "*******".)

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