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How come
The heart-wrenching
And the  unexpected
Widow's grief
Turned-brief?

The lady in black
Soon defying
Funeral decorum
Put on pink clothes
Decency that lack
Simply to attack
A deceased
Cheating husband
Whose unfaithfulness
Kept in the dark
Soon after funeral
Became stark!

Aghast adultery
Triggers
He'll knows no fury.
Some mourners could learn their spouse's affair after they ceased to be
Oh women
They **** a man
Who could die for them
Taking them a gem
And die for he
Who could **** them
With love's clem!
A remark by a woman about women. First I wrote it like
Oh women
They **** a man
Who could die for them
And die for he
Who could **** them!
Jayanta Jun 2020
Insanity engraved in
Exhibition is going on
Madness instill
Paradox of false learning continue!
Nature encores its own functions
So called exhibitionism never inspire
to learn, unlearn and relearn!  
So, madness continue
to engraved its own coffer for exhibition!
Claire Gordon Jun 2020
Cruel hands that deftly torture,

rest carefully on a lover’s waist.

Tenderly, they follow her hips

as she sways to soft music and smiles

with lips that spit and scream,

but, at a moments notice can sing

a sugar sweet ballad to put the sun to sleep.
Naeem Jun 2020
I keep dreaming of flashbacks
That reminisce about the future
I keep looking ahead
At days already long lived ago
I keep seeing your face when my eyes close
A face I'm yet to meet
I keep fighting each day
When the war has already been lost

What's wrong with me?
Ileana Amara Jun 2020
beneath all the stillness,
is an underlying ache and madness.

IA
AceLione Jun 2020
A knight’s honor is filled with injustice
The Martyr’s wounds are made by Martyrs
The traitor’s betrayal came from let down
A Ruler’s demise is to create a new Ruler
To Win, there has to be lost
Growth is stimulated by death
Happiness from someone else causes another’s wrath
Bharti Singh May 2020
Human issues are unruly
Vicious circle of
Self created paradoxes
Killing life on earth
Looking for it on mars
Otherwise,
Nature alone is
Holy and ruly
Wesley Ryan May 2020
Love... is a fickle thing.
It is beautifully horrible,
Intoxicatingly sobering,
painfully euphoric.

When you're in love,
your partner's pains are yours
and your's, theirs;
You share with one another for better or for worse
You do your damnedest to ease their pain,
but sometimes, you simply can't...
An awful feeling, of helplessness...

But love is also healing.
Your partner will bring light to your life like never before
They glow radiantly, which you seek with fervent passion
To bask in your partner's glow is the most wonderful feeling
Every laugh
Every smile
Every touch
Every moment
Is pure ecstasy to be shared

When you're in love you share the good and the bad,
For better or for worse
And even though I'm in pain now,
I wouldn't have it any other way.

Because I love you.
Probably not my best poem, but it feels right...
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