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Unpolished Ink Jul 2020
Broken hearts and cups
Although they can be mended
The cracks are still there
Sumedh Jul 2020
Set your foot, in the world of cards,
Try to build a house, watch it turn to shards.
It's easy to be deceived, better perfect your arts,
For the card you hold dear to you,
Might not be your queen of hearts.
The entire poem is a metaphor and the reader can find his/her own meaning out of it. But can you find the real meaning behind this poem?
Hint: It's absolutely not about Cards.
Mitch Prax Jul 2020
There is only
one road into this heart-
no speed limit,
and no exits to
speak of.
Kushal Jul 2020
I've never felt such a wave pass through me,
Breaking me down, and building anew,
I heard the whispers between my ears that lead my heart to you.

In days of unknown I wish to find my place at your side,
For only with you have I tried to change for a better life.
Sealed within a vault was where my heart once remained,
Now under your presence, not even these doors help my restraint.

For my heart sees not the need,
To resist your smile,
But fear rears its head,
And tells me to hide.
I am not accustomed to such a plague,
And it tears me in two,
For from love, and fear,
I wish not to lose you.
ro Jul 2020
two hearts,
each beating for one another,
yet neither,
uttering a word.
Hello Poetry is place for us broken hearts to vent out to other fallen souls who have no where to turn.
Hello Poetry is to share our love and emotions to strangers we don't know, but somehow these strangers we connect to understand the depth of your spirit more than those around us.
We say Hello to one another and you had me at Poetry.
We're all searching for true love, family, or what we've learned about or even something we can't have that hurts us deep in our gut.
Finally others who can relate to your feelings.
Thank you.
Savio Fonseca Jul 2020
As Our Lips got Locked,
Our Hands went for Action.
Searching for points,
to meet Our Satisfaction.
Passion was Creeping,
beneath our Skin.
Two Hearts kept Beating,
deep Within.
As We went about,
exploring Our Spaces.
Happiness got written,
on both Our Faces.
I kept sipping on U....as if,
U were a Glass of Wine.
We finished Our Mission,
at Quarter past Nine.
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