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Debbie Embrey Dec 2019
Each day that goes by makes me realize more and more about how precious life is. Life is short. Flowers bloom and later fade away. Rain must fall to see the splatters on the water. The sun must shine that we see life ~ our world ~ in its full beauty.
Don't take life for granted. It's too short. It's too precious.
Sometime in life our eyes are opened to see what could have been; what still might be. The secret is that we need to stop and smell the flowers. Absorb life not with our minds, but with our hearts.
I have gone blind in waiting but you never returned
You have played with my sentiments and passion
love is a burning fire and you have just burned
My trust in love has gone down to deep green ocean

I have gone withered like a rose in season of autumn
I may not be able to see another spring in my life
I have fully realized that without sincerity life is troublesome
Your poisonous attitude have hit my heart like a knife

I do not understand this strange behavior of yours
But let me tell you I will never ever be able to forget
This cruel face of the world this sham attitude which blurs
But now I am staunch believer of the fact to return debt

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Heart of A Poet
The autumn has snatched the attire of the trees
But you are still mourning the robes of the queens
Eyes have gathered all blood in them to cease
And you are talking about the beauty of the teens

What all is world a cover under cover to uncover
Its oddities and idiosyncrasies to present, portray
What a wonderful creatures are the poets as lovers
For the peace progress and prosperity they but pray

I am poet what I see I present you may like or dislike
At times I do take blood from heart to sight to write
Which may inflict heart of sensitives to attack or strike
I am a soldier poet I know how to present and to fight

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
A Soldier
A soldier never dies but departs
His sacrifice remains but for ever
Throughtout his life he imparts
Whatever he strives and endures

A victorious man, a glorious soul
Remains awake so others take rest
With great mission and great role
He forever and ever remains best

On duty or martyr in eternal sleep
His sincerity, integrity beyond doubt
He blooms as rose from deep crown
Being ananymous wears the crown

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
copyright 2019 Love Remains
Let the dust settle down so the truth will emerge
Which will give us the real picture to understand
It will definitely improve our urge to but diverge
To break every chain ,hurdle and every stricture

Hypocrites are like snakes in the grass to pursue
They carry all poisonous tricks to secretly attack
So to counter we have to be extra vigilant to do
All which makes us stable in our stance and track

Vices can not surpass virtues my friend you know
Temporarily these may cloud to but embarrass
Let us flow in our sweet stream to flow to glow
Let be the victorious by being virtuous and Polaris

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Matthew Dec 2019
let my soul smudge your silk stitched skin
as I slam your door wide open to shivers 
rocking your walls wet to your foundation 

crumbling me like tasting cookie dough to rise 
slurping the valentine from my spilling love
whispering me into long wrapping holiday legs

we draw lines of sensual curves to cross
punishing me to beg for more vanella thighs
we whip thick icing spreading your pound cake

our hypocrisy sins cry, longing for midnight
I'm your flame licking, bursting your heaven's gate
your my pleasures achingly to bite again and again

diving in your hot pool splashing pink lemonade
we're drowning in our streamy lip sipping kisses 
making scars itching, dripping with happy fingerprints
Matthew Dec 2019
shades pulled
drapes black-heart
and the *******
flying in the air 
gilded lily handle
fastened in the fashion
forged welded revenge 

fast in the hand
honing to slice
the pain from 
plasticity wanting smile
number nine scalpel
sharpened razor thin
for center procedure
straight through the heart.

perforated emotions
torn from long sleeves
sheathing dramatic
rattling riddled bones
harvesting on the calendars
darkest days in blood 
poisonous pollen nectar
cooked raw hunger

to sting deep the toxic
deadly sweeten honey
frayed heartstrings deaf toned
to the hollow point falling tears 
echoing the blues
cord g-bye in taps
tapping the melancholy
melody of last post
Ikaros Nov 2019
what doesn't **** you makes you
fight yourself
to bring both
a knife and a gun to the fight
behind the club on your kitchen floor on the rooftop
of your old middle school

tho this is not Fight Club and you
are not Tyler D
you fight by shutting down
by a private debate;
offender vs defender vs the spite

your left hook
is to resist the urge to cut off
all your friends and maybe some skin
doesn't always land
but you box your best

some days you grab your own shirt collar
back meets the wall, a stern stare
you flinch -
never know if it's about
though love, shaking in some sense
or will loser hit the asphalt
Ikaros Nov 2019
o **** that fake moody mockup?
the one with teary laugh! too quick feet!
etymology; from rival to flying to fall
matchstick underwater
brims over leftover feelings
burn the stage & hope it's not overdramatic
what to run from? barks every tree
8pm morning coffee for a lost boy
catch me
There was a prompt to introduce yourself in 50 words, I guess that's that?
Ikaros Nov 2019
I know it's early to judge
but this lifetime seems to be
the one
where I get to meet all the past loves
                                                 losts foes
in once and all, it's like a
curtain call
one walks in, we clap
              next!
wait I didn't quite-
              next!
        repeat that please I'm not over yet

there must've been a story
and behind each, many
but I fell asleep and I forgot
       for me it's this one night
                                  one night only
plot? only bows and poses
and when I'm lucky, a brief glimpse
of what could have been
         can be seen behind the red velvet

I throw roses, try to catch a glance
                                                a home
anything but a dead end
but it's not meant to be, no room for
not this time around

                        "partner in crime"
                                      "twin flames"
all or nothing, told the Playbill
I miss you i miss you you you all still
                              "best friend"
                "soulmates"
yesterday left the last train for closure
need to wait two light years more for our future
for the price of you all it all just
                                            breaks               "This must be fate"
                    "I get you"
                         and the play is through
            I know we've done this before

cheers!
the last bow leads to a
roaring applause
     I get my heart signed after the show
          it too plays its part
          knows it's not enough
and I too know,  I know
                                              lights out        
    end this round I want to go home
It be like that sometimes I guess
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