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Àŧùl Jun 2020
These are my thoughts for you,
In my arms every night, you will perish.

Yes, you will squirm and squiggle,
When my tongue inside you, I shall swivel.

Yes, you will lose yourself in my embrace,
When I shall touch you, you will live again.

Yes, when moonlight will glitter your face,
Then I shall kiss you back till forever.

Yes, you will love me more and more,
Intensely and insanely, in sweet pain.
My HP Poem #1862
©Atul Kaushal
SA Szumloz Jun 2020
Try, try, try
To get by
Try, try, try
Not to cry.

Don't look, block the noise
No matter how much
You miss her voice.

Don't feel, cast her away
So your tender heart
Will learn to obey.

Her love is like morphine;
Sweet, addictive, and lethal
Cut her out of your life

Or she'll take you down.
Love is powerful.
Monet Echo May 2020
Love leads to pain.
There is no way around it.
People change or leave or die...
...and your soul’s throat feels slit.

But even if love were a prison
With this lethal injection as my destiny
Should someone discover how to make it...
...I would still refuse the key.
This is a draft that I’m pretty sure I’m going to add to eventually. However, I kind of like this version of it so I thought I’d just go ahead and throw it out there. I think a lot of people could relate to this one.
A wanderer wanders on the beach,
looks at the setting sun, the dying beauty.
The sun hands him little time to run away,
to avoid unnecessary pain and mess.
It gathers its crimson orange and hides somewhere safe.
The wanderer hears the last words of hot winds,
as the winds invite the darkness and its majesty.
The sea learns to become seamlessly lethal.
The cries finally merge with the oneness.
Faith Mar 2020
impossibly human
the bite, the strike, the temperament
When threatened, the mamba comes out
Strike, strike, strike, strike
The mamba is relentless
His venom coursing through the veins
Of his foolish challengers
His coal black eyes, hungry
Defeating, intimidating, vicious
The mamba bite is always fatal
For he has no antivenin to defeat him
No mortal power can wither him
To the dust
Strike, strike, strike, strike
The common name of the snake
Is given to no common man
Only the name of the fastest, most protective, most aggressive,
Tallest, biggest, lethal-est snake
Belongs to the man with the biggest, lethal-est presence
Strike, strike, strike, strike
Formidable anywhere he is placed
Strike, strike, strike, strike
The crown of the kingdom sits
Comfortably atop his temples
Strike, strike, strike, strike
How fitting
The world’s deadliest player
Be called after
The world’s deadliest snake
In loving memory of Kobe Bryant and his daughter Gigi
Ingram Jan 2020
I am a toxic person
so if you are trying to get close
I suggest you stop while you’re ahead
Because my lethal dose
Isn’t worth being spread.
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2019
And when it comes to
Too much

Too much
Romantic thoughts
With a cup of coffee
Could be
Lethal for
Your wellbeing

It seems ridiculous
But it has been
Genre: Observational
Theme: Examined Life
shil Sep 2019
They keep warning:
Love is CYANIDE.
It is lethal.

I keep cajoling:
The lack of it is.
Àŧùl Jul 2019
Here it goes... :-)
So, you descended from those skies,
The moment I saw those pink eyes,
I fell from grace believing those lies,
Bewildered I was seeing your eyes.

Of angels you're a priceless princess,
This is the most real fact in my life.

Unbelievable beauty met my eyes,
Of those herons you're ******,
You are my story's heroine.

Everything about you is so beautiful,
Very trustworthy & honest you are,
Often times you come to my dreams,
Loving this new journey I am to bits.

I am addicted and you are my drug.
My HP Poem #1752
©Atul Kaushal
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