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Demicci May 10
Tears dropped as Niagara does,
Such pain she left
That it will never fade
as it felt.
Cold and shiver,
hot and warm
as her soul,
is her heart
My tears falls,
but I swear,
I will be a great man.
Thanks Ma'!
There will be no other women, whom bring tears to a man, as a mother does.
Because time does teach.
rgz Apr 11
How to dress well (and that I'd rather dress comfortably.)
How to hide the laces in my shoes.
That it's apparently "learnt".
How to walk with a limp,
when to walk away.

How to look mean while avoiding eye contact.
Where to find the best coffee.
How to write a bad sonnet.
How to kiss the right way.
Where to find the wrong girls.

How to sing sad songs.
How to roll a decent joint.
How easily a wasted day
can become a wasted life.
How to hold my liquor,
when to hold my tongue,
not to hold my breath.

When enough is enough.
When enough is too much.
When to hold the door open.
How to set a deadline with no intention of adhering to it.
How to feel alone in a packed out club (and where to find the smoking bit).

That time heals nothing
but memories fade.
How long a piece of string is.
That no matter how bad a day you're having, tomorrow can always be worse.

Tomorrow can always be better.
How to keep going
Akta Agarwal Apr 4
The beauty of a woman isn't in the clothes she wear or the figures that she carries or the colour of her face.
The true beauty is reflected by her soul,
it's in the care and love which she gives.
But everyone does have the different perspective of beauty.
Someone who is injured and want love and cares will say, "beauty is kind and gentle like a mother love"
Or someone who is tired will say "beauty is a soft whisperings who speaks in our spirit and give some peace "
Or the watchman who is at night duty will say, "beauty shall rise with the dawn in the face of sun "
Or the toilers will say, "beauty is in the sunset "
but all these things is the need unsatisfied it's not the beauty,
Beauty is not a need it's a feeling of great happiness,
it's an image which you can only see with your eyes closed,
beauty is a garden forever in bloom,
it's a flocks of Angels for ever in flight,
it's a peace of mind
We can feel beauty in a silent waves of water or in the sound of air,
Beauty is eternal.
Beauty is eternal
My Dear Poet Apr 3
Don’t tell her you love her
just show her you do
Don’t show her you love her
unless it’s really true
Don’t hold her if you don’t want her
neither let here hold you
Don’t touch or kiss her
even if she’d like you to
She may just be lonely
and just lost in what to do
So be patient, take it slowly
if you’re strong to carry through
You’ll be hers and hers only
and she’ll be yours too
Let me tell u a story, about another worry.
It was cold in September,
and it's something you remember.
How a man talked, as he walked.
He had a lost in his eyes,
and a life in disguise.
The man told me to look away,
when he shot me, with a killer flame.
And as that drop of bullet found it's way through my skull,
I heard a flying seagull.
The seagull told me it was all a lie
,,you are dreaming", he said, about your life.
How you give in the deep,
when you walk on a simple street.
,,Walls are closing in on her" , the bird told the man.
,,How can I even hear you, when I know I’m dead?"
Then both of them turned to me.
,,You dear person are not dead,
you're just lost in existence,
when in fact you should be in persistence.
You are alive in any way that's not dead,
but that doesn't make you real,
because you don't know how to feel.
And that's the answer, to your :
,, how come you don't see life's glory,
when it's right there", swore he.
Laokos Mar 14
when I stop
and
just let the
silence
be. . .

everything
is ok:

the tattered
tarp partially
buried in
the
hillside is
ok

the broken
bough used
as a toy
by the
poor
children is
ok

the
jaggedly
chopped
tree stump
by the
parked
car is
ok

the
unevenly
placed
stairs
that force
you to
change
your gait
are
ok

the
distant
tower
with the
blinking
light
is
ok

the
solitude
among
other
mortals
is
ok

the
whelming
sense of
being
lost is
ok

the
neat
glass of
scotch
from the
isle of
skye is
ok

the
divorced
lesbian
with two
kids at
the end
of her
rope
is
ok

the
minuscule
fly that
landed
on my
forehead
in the
bathroom
this
morning
is
ok

everything
is
ok

even the
things
that
aren't

they're
ok too
Akta Agarwal Mar 11
We only want laughter, but we lose our strength if we never shed tears,
Like we always say if there is something negative then surely there is something positive also but how many of them really believe this.
If they would believe than they have to believe if there is some happiness then ofcourse there will be some sorrow.
God never hurts needlessly,
So, whenever we are troubled and when everything goes wrong
It just God is working on us
to make our spirit strong.
So just do believe in god,
His love is purest and he can never hurt us needlessly.
God always thinks good for us
Lanna K Dec 2020
Through  the nooks and crannies of the darkest parts of my mind, through the trials and tribulations I have had to endure. Romance had not come easy. But there is one thing that I will have on my side. Time and time again, I have met men that havent met an inch of themselves. I let these men hurt me, until one day, I end it. Unwillingly. But, I leave a memory so volatile, I will plague their dreams, their souls. Im etched so deep, that even the thread in their linen shirts will remind them.
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