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A bored Poet Nov 2016
One day a bee
Was flying happily
By a meadow curiously
He saw a sunflower
Shone brightly

Bewitched he flew closer
To the beautiful splendor
Of which was simply was
An elegant little flower

They chatted all day
With no obstacles in their way
Until night came
Then everything changed

The peculiar flower had to go
But with no goodbye to go
She just closed up where she was
And not a single stop or pause

Sadly, the bee left
Leaving the flower he just met
Thinking to himself that time
I'll try harder next time
Aprajita Sep 2016
Darkness,
So strong that it could absorb you
So quiet, it could calm you
So infinite, it could make you feel lost
So grave, it could surround you

Darkness,
Could be loved
Could be hated
Could be cursed
But what it could not be is abandoned
We carry it within ourselves
Within our hearts
Within our soul
Without knowing it's potentials
It's love
It's weaknesses
And there are no possibility to know about it either
Because it's not a human
It's not our friend

But it is a secret that he is my friend
He is so mysterious, yet adorable
His hugs surround me like a fable
His presence makes a lost impression
But his absence makes me feel unstable

I could keep him for a long time
But fear arises because of deadly time
I fell for the darkness in a short span of time
But I want it last for a life time
Lunar Sep 2016
as much as i tried
to dream of the bad things,
i only dreamed of you,
which was good.

but then again,
maybe you were
actually bad.
when i had a breakdown the other day, i cut off all thoughts and tried to think of the bad things, for unknown reasons... but you ended up in there.
were you trying to save me from those bad things,
or were you one of those?
Aman Dheer Jul 2016
Stars explode during daytime,
firecrackers produce my ashes
burnt to death ,
I see an oasis far away
soaking up in the desert
with the faux Pyramids behind,
sand flies into my humble vortex
revealing my secrets hid behind the curtain
it’s too passé !
my shoes run off with the tide
rubbing against the scales of a Tuna
my feeble conscience is hidden behind those doors
playing hide and seek for long,
I drink every thirst of water
capturing the swarm in my jar
margarita flows in the canals of Venice
creating drunkards by the mast,
my boat where Venus reigns
sinks in the depths of my soul
lifeless limbs swim my wretched body away
I embrace the black moon .
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Secret Poet Jul 2016
Hazel eyed boy so mysterious and abstruse, won't you let me explore you?
You seem so disclosed but let people know that you are one who won't let anything show. You're hard to read. Some have attempted and left your pages tattered and torn, just know that I have always been one that is up for a difficult read.
I enjoy you.
Juniper Jul 2016
she's a wild unconventional girl
her hair flies about her in wisps
she seems to be the one with bare feet everywhere
her friends call her a mystery and a tease
but not in the alluring curl-of-a-finger sort of way
in the way that she is deep
deep as her eyes are blue like the ocean
eyes that are so old, they tell stories of pain
buried beneath layers no one will ever see
including this femme fatale herself
she attracts those with the purest hearts
she doesn't even corrupt them, just makes them think too much
she's the other woman who is as beautiful as her photographs
she throws her head back when she laughs
she is familiar to everybody and yet always seems untouchable
if you touch her you are brave or a fool
she will always be that one
the one that got away but also you got away from
Nelize Jun 2016
have you observed my heavenly scythe
this evening among the nocturnal myth?
I gaze over earth in its darkest times
when your dearest sun hides its warm ray lines
the animals admire my presence
but humans too occupied with evening errands.

the ocean gives praise in their evening tides
they worship in mecca arms - highs and lows
I shall bestow on all my glow
even the earth needs my rotating grace
my craters proved to protect his face!

do you see my lone night mystery?
few are blessed to notice my chivalry
to give you a glance of starry divine
a beauty too grand for words to define.
SilentMetanoia Jun 2016
You are a child of the universe.
And they say the universe works
In mysterious ways.
And about you,
My darling,
there is such a marvellous
Magical mysterious way.
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