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Farmers  were  unhappy
after  getting  rain
shadow  area
of  a   plane  island.



Farmers  were  in
the  sea  while
the  situatio­n  was
ebb.



They  were
cultivating
on  the  sand.

Still   they  have  the
fear  for
tsunami.
OpenWorldView Jan 15
... I may calm my fear
and unseen horror
with words light and clear.

... I may ease my pain
and tend gaping wounds
with verses of healing rain.

... I may release my rage
and spark fiery storms
of rhymes that burn the page.

And maybe, one day
I write about love's joy
in a dazzling lyric play.
Let it all out. One day I may find better words.
Lily Jan 11
~If I had my whole lifetime and another, I could not even begin to thank you for all of the good you have done in my life~
M-E Jan 10
Its when we started looking for -
Our diffrences
We lost the magical power
Of true love
And we scattered ourselves
Apart from each other
As a deck of cards
Falling away from the hands
Of an amateur magician
Äŧül Jan 5
Myself.
I shall never ditch myself.

Parents.
They twice brought me to life.

Life.
She showed me who would stay.
My HP Poem #1729
©Atul Kaushal
We shall make
A recourse to the gun,
If for election we run
Devoid of ideas,
Sell which we can,
We could hardly win
The heart of a single fan.

Also labelled
"Corrupts,atavists
And narrow nationalists"
They can
Put on us a ban
So that sinks on us
The Sun.

Climbing into
A political ivory tower
Is not for us,
Let us beat
The drum of war
To garner
And to monger to power.
.
recalcitrant, retrogressive, detractors,mongers,war
Aditya Roy Jan 4
Took a break from work,
Decide to write a poem
And I thought of you...
In blankets,
LOoking for a song,

You're living in a fascinating world
Where the languages are different
But the people are selfish and
Lost at sea
Torn apart at the seams

The poem's page is torn into pieces
The message is still on the phone
As a text
I have 12 minutes
Before I take you to pieces
Look at your ashes
They all burn to seamless
Floating on the breeze
Dusty windows at the yellow dawn
Of green day
Of ******'s release
"Be a man," keep them out noisy Irishmen break the fight with Italian stilettos from the shop of the British. Irishmen you'll be done when we’re done with ya. But stay in your country.
New
Music makes me smile but so does real love. The thought you... him fills my mind. Because I love him. When you walk away because you need a break and the love still fills you up. That might be when you should know that he is a must. Finding that one that you can trust and talk with all day means so much. Some that are still waiting might wonder, what is taking their love so long. It is nice to have time with self, but time with you is even better. I think of the songs that come on and you and I can't wait until we are married and have cold weather. Yes, sometimes, I am corny but what is love without it? Your smile, loyalty an voice is a new beginning for me and my heart.
Loving you is new, thinking of you is new and I can't wait to start my life over anew with you!
Be ready to love and let the past be just that.
Tatiana Jan 3
I agree to things i'd rather not do
because i'd rather die than have to lie to you.
Yet what I do for you, I don't agree.
Why the **** can't I just be me?

I just want to be appreciated,
but it seems my value is depreciating.
With every decision I make to fall in line.
Every decision I make to just seem fine.

I play these bad decisions off like they're jokes
because if I don't then I will choke.
On the shame of it all, I can't stand tall.
I deserve the greatest of falls.

These thoughts can't linger anymore
and though it's difficult, I will endure.
The pain inside will no longer hide
and i'll get some help this time.
© Tatiana
I want to start therapy is the theme of this poem
I want to be moved
Day to day
To revel
To  weep
Even in strangers conceit

But why can’t the thing that moves me just be my own two feet?
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