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Àŧùl Apr 2017
I don't share this lonesome life,
I am not going to ever get a wife,
For my horoscope threatens her death.

And blindfaith holders are galore o'r here,
They will sadistically sacrifice true love,
But not marry a Martian Greenhead.

The planet Mars is too strong in my life,
So strong that it says I won't get a wife,
Perhaps only another Manglik will be mine.
This stupid Mangalik misbelief has got something to do with the situation of planet Mars in the space relative to the position of planet Earth.

My HP Poem #1488
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2017
Oh my beautiful wife,
Come with me to the land of love.

-your lines here-

So calm and so serene,
This land already was,
And you are also here,
Ethereal this land feels.

-your lines here-

Come take my hand now,
I'll take you to this stairway.

-your lines here-

Now let's descend from here,
From this heavenly abode,
Is just not where we belong as yet.

-your lines here-

I take hints from your playfulness,
You want to make love with me.

-your lines here-
This is an incomplete thing.
But posting it as I can't see it getting completed ever.
My HP Poem #1486
©Atul Kaushal
Druzzayne Rika Mar 2017
I spent many nights awake
to solve the mystery
of my incomplete recurring dream

After swimming through ocean
fleeing from stalking sharks
I reached the deserted desert island

There was endless sand ahead of me
And the burning sun above me
and I walked away from salty water

Few hours later , walking few more miles
I reached somewhere ,in front of a huge gate
and huge stone wall around

I was desperately in need of food and water
The gate was closed , so I knocked
And saw them creaking open, and I waited

And as it open wide , my eyes too opened wide
and my heart beats fast and fists holding tight , the bedsheets
And this dream followed many nights .

I do not remember what I saw
But I really want to end this dream
So I can go back to dreaming unicorns and rainbow
Seth Milliman Mar 2017
I again in me am lost,
Restrained by the sound of my voice in the wind.
There is no tamed charm or lucid movement,
That brings forth a natural act within the play.
The game is always on and the challenge is difficult at best,
What do we succeed for when we become everyone else?
When individual specialness becomes a back boated myth to nowhere,
Is it irony or sarcasm to ones idioms that makes the difference?
A play everyone plays,
A test at one point everyone fails.
We are all not complex,
But neither are we all simple either.
So the question remains,
What are we?
Frivolous travelers looking for a place to lay our head,
Or someone special to enjoy the rest of our lives with.
The question feels unanswered,
And lost feels so much clearer than being found.
N Mar 2017
a loss of meaning in a cascade of words
ruin a moment,
destroy something so beautiful
Nayana Nair Feb 2017
I have stacks and heaps of poems I have misread.

Where I filled the blanks

which were not meant to be filled.

Where I was supposed to stand stupefied by absurdity of life

I tried to find some order , some reason.

Where I was supposed to sit and listen to worries

I gave advice.Or worse, interfered in lives not mine.

It was always about what I could give to life,

than what life has given to me.

So I have suffered long

trying to fill silences in heart

and words in blank pages.

And never to have made a difference.

Never to have known the beauty

of being incomplete and unfinished.
I Have Lost My Poetry

Stained with remnants
of an unforgiving past,
my heart tends to sulk
But then I blink
my two lifeless eyes
and forget where I'd been
before.

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My recent poems always seem unfinished but this is how it goes...

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2017
Mozalios Dec 2016
The empty spaces of my heart
Know only pains
Constraints
Jack Mandala Nov 2016
All my life I have waited for the one companion to make my life complete
My other half, yearning to be complemented

But time has proven I need a new way to fill the gap
A way not as pretty and pure

Constant affairs in rotation like a clock
As if every one is the same song with a different melody

Rather than fill my heart with the compassion it needs
I have rendered it useless
Maybe some day things will change
AndIFell Oct 2016
Tantanan mo ko
Hindi ako nagbabanta upang takutin ka
Hindi nga ako nagbabanta e

Tigilan mo ko
Kasi sa bawat tawag mo
Nanlulumo ako
Sa bawat hiling mo
Sa mga bagay na wala naman ako
Mas nararamdaman ko
Na may kulang
Na may mga bagay na wala talaga sa akin kahit anong hanap ko

Alam kong trabaho mo yan
Pero please
Matuto ka namang makinig
Kasi sinubukan naman kitang pakinggan
Wala lang talaga akong maisagot
Nagbayad na nga. Nagbayad na . Nagbayad na.
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