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Nathansha Dilip Apr 2017
I have curbed your ambitions with the
Images of mistakes
But I have also motivated you
By playing the happy tunes I could remember
Post your victory;
You have sometimes wanted to erase me
With your up comings
And sometimes you have pretended to do so
By burying me in your routine
But today; let me confess
That I am nothing but a slave!
A slave to your thoughts;
You have mistaken
For it’s not me influencing anything
But only the positivity and negativity within you
Forcing me to act

Words smiled admiring the soothing verse,
Rhythm grinned adoring the perfect notes,
The song smirked over their stupidity.
Mikayla Smith Mar 2017
He's silent; quieter
Than the
Whispering wind
And his eyes
Hold something much
More powerful
Than anything I've
Seen before.

In them, there's
Wonder and love
And a desperate
Search for
Kindness left in
The world.

Luring me, captivating
Me with his
Hope and I only
Wish that people
Understood that
In people like him,
There's faith.
A poem written about a dear friend of mine.
Àŧùl Feb 2017
She has completely changed,
From the sweet person she was,
To a repulsive ****** who,
Keeps on quoting famous people,
For the sake of an unannounced debate.
This way she has successfully killed,
The love I had kindled for her.
I don't love her anymore.
My HP Poem #1448
©Atul Kaushal
Colm Feb 2017
From the last scribble
To the last scrawl

The last storm which lasts
Beyond the last hope in all

Like a lasting song
Or the last lengthy drawl

Let the artist draw last
What is meant to be drawn
At the first moment... And the last. I will find smiles.
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I would rather die than live alone.

Will I be able to live after my parents?
I have to be stronger than myself.
Looking into the night alone,
Loving her memories.

Streets that she has deserted,
Under a lonelier sky I am now,
Roses of her voice I will always prize,
Vices of the society are many,
I have not been affected by any,
Victory is mine in the happiness war,
Entertaining not the hate mongers.
My HP Poem #1431
©Atul Kaushal
Chris Feb 2017
expectations are steady creeping
everyday smiles all a praise
oh what a day what a day
and then another goes by
how long can i stick with this facade
skipping stones inside my own mirage
now sobriety reminds my I started in the first place
it was to maybe find a way to get away yet still
Seasons pass feelings remain ever-last
Regret I wasted her time and put doubt in her mind
About love and whats the meaning
Lonely men weep themselves because we see so clear
Move along theres nothing to see here
God what a fear have I begun
Its almost like I knew it'd begin again
Nothing can stop the inevitable
I've been delaying this for far too long
I just wanted to make a change for myself
But now I see that has only gotten me more disgusted
So now I fold throw my hands up like there was room to be bold
Who would of ever known
The person who smiles away everyday
Had such a burden to pay
Just let go
havent felt this way in a long time which is why i havent been active in a long time.
hazem al jaber Feb 2017
Don't run away from happiness ...

live what's mind lead ...
live the life as you love ...
no matter what could others think ...
just ,...
live a happiness ...
to be happy ...
however you breathe ...
don't get out a breathes ...
with no happiness ...
live and love what you life ...

don't house a sadness inside ...
don't run away from a happiness ...
just live to love ...
love whatever you do ...
to get what could happy you ..
and keep always searching ...
only about what you love ...

good evening ...

hazem al ..
Àŧùl Feb 2017
A plot of more than 300 square yards,
Our house is being built within it,
And the architectural model,
It is just very beautiful to look at,
Though it is only on paper right now.

Just not a home until we shift inside,
Lamps for construction are lit,
And few nomad workers,
All of those live near that site,
They build the house like their own.

We just do not shift things into there,
Once its construction is complete,
Then we thank mother nature,
Celebrated will be its completion,
And so will be its existence as if won.
My HP Poem #1405
©Atul Kaushal
Julie Grenness Jan 2017
Yes, it was long ago and far away,
My new husband and I drove to W.A.,
So far from home, miles away,
A wonder we ever got home again,
Guess it was all straight line,
Far from home, far in time,
Yes, it was long ago and far away,
When we drove to W.A. for holidays!
Feedback welcome.
Julie Grenness Jan 2017
Deep laughter, from the guts,
When did you last laugh it up?
Did you shed tears of laughter?
Giggling at life forever after,
Good deep belly laughter,
Giggling at happy ever afters!
Feedback welcome.
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