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Afia Jul 20
There is no substitute for healing,
than to bloom in your own fire.
To climb wound by wound
on your bruised fervour,
is far better than growing wild.
Do not despise your reflection,
the shadows can lie.
You turn stones into petals,
this art is sublime.
Years of infight results into an exalted rank we are too blind to notice at times. Give yourself a chance.
I drown
In your eyes
I melt
In your smile
I shiver
In your closeness
I am mute
At your sight
But should I
Or should I not?
I want you
But I’m scared
Of heartbreak
And despair
I fear that
You will go
And I will be
Left alone
Trust I
Or trust I not?
You are the highlight
Of my fantasies
The hope
Of my realities
The source
Of my frivolities
Love I you
Or love I not
That is the question.
3/6/2018
i love William  Shakespeare poems more than anything else, this poems is dedicated to my love Eden who is always treated me like a child.
it’s not that my eyes
we’re wide awake
to the merriment
of misanthropy

it’s that I was tired
of holding onto
one sided relationships
Chidera Abaratu Aug 2017
It is getting to an end
very soon the whole enjoyment
merriment and jollyment will soon be over

But anyway it was fun
being around everyone
and the happiness is without bound

I'm so sad and at the same time
happy that things are coming to an end
and i love the ending ***'
its a happy one and i wish
it would not come to an end at all
lynnia hans Feb 2017
Frenzied swirls of royal purple, glittering gold, & shimmering green dance about the long marbled corridors, soft echoing laughter & clinks of champagne flutes melody throughout the room, muffled soft moans drone from a secret chamber, shielded from prying eyes. merriment & glee will continue to perfume this place for hours even after the drunken frolicking revelry.
tamia Nov 2016
with such verve, the jester strides into the courtyard.**
on stilts with a tambourine in hand,
a mask conceals his face
yet still boasts of his sun-smile!
he dances to dulcimers and drums,
he's charming and the people laugh
as they look up at him in wonder,
but when his performance is done, he leaves;
the townspeople return to their chatter,
but i watch him, the gypsy-wonder on stilts,
leaving to tread other lands all alone
to bring merriment through show,
and i feel the heaviness of my heart
knowing the he took it with him.
inspired by Suzanne Vega's song, "Gypsy".
PJ Poesy Mar 2016
Lost your *** and spent your gold
Drunk all night and you were told
The Murphy girls have brothers ninefold...
So, have you an inkling this mornin'?
Don't say you had no warnin'!

Gee those Murphy girls sure are pretty
But now your listening to this "told ya so" ditty
Got a bit fresh and way too giddy...
So now your hurting this mornin'
At least last night wasn't boring!

So next year's the same when put'n on the green
Remember the date it's March Seventeen
Kathleen, Maureen, Colleen do preen...
Just to count your gold in the mornin'
So don't be a leprechaun hornin'
Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
Any coincidental name of the same is sheerly that, please don't send your brother.
Gul e Dawoodi Feb 2015
In order to be glee
One's mind should be free
Free of burdens and exhaustion
Only such life is a satisfaction

This world is a dungeon for us
That is why we have created so much fuss
Just like  birds trapped in a cage
Waiting for the door to open, they gaze.

So let them overburden you with their expectations
And don't say a word about it in hesitation
Just do what they say
As long as you stay
Life is so exhausting,tough and unfair.

— The End —