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thispanman Apr 2021
I drew this for you
My dear
To express how I feel
What you mean to me

Are you lost?
I thought a picture was worth
1,000 words
Oh I forget

There are no words
For how I feel
The complete opposite of love
Bitter hatred

You shouldn't said those
Few but strong words
That hurt to this day
If only you had noticed

It was painful
How much you hurt me
But I forgive you
For now

I had my payback
You can see it in the picture
The dead flowers
Sitting beside a nameless gravestone

You know who's here?
I know I do
And I know you'll never read this poem
Because this grave...

It's for my sanity
It's for my pain
It's for a life ended
It's for...

You

Then next is me
See you in hell *****
I have no idea... hope you like it.
Omar Apr 2021
i miss my sanity
i thought to myself
as i walked   past
  your picture still on my wall
I miss reality
each of my taste buds,       missing
the sweet taste        of your voice,
the faint light of our room
and it shining     on your lips.
I want to paint you there,
so I never lose you again
even the sun wil set my pain everywhere.
I want to paint you,
but I am not a good painter
who will make you a good picture
in a frame or in the wall
I always hang it out.
I will make you come to see
in the colour
I love it should be.
Indonesia, 2nd April 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Lunar Mar 2021
And just like a picture frame
that holds a precious memory,
I looked at you through my car window,
Hoping you'll remember me.

That's what happens in photographs—
You're frozen in time.
And the next thing I knew,
I was saying goodbye.
goodbye, to the view. and goodbye, to you.

(j.m.)
pnam-TX Feb 2021
I am sending you a picture of mine
Wish I could color it in your new glow?
Keep me in beautiful divine eyes of thine
How else will I bear few days apart so slow?



Hindi -Translation

Aapko aaj ki ek tasveer bhej raha hoon
Kash mein usse aapke naye rangon mein rangoon?
Aapki haseen nigahon mein sada deedar rahoon
Kuch aur dinon ka yeh intezhar kaise sahoon?
Maya Jan 2021
My mind relaxes with voices dancing around me.
Laughter rings like the Bells singing in the morning.
The Earth rattles as the sunrise conducts the piece of Spring.

The streams by the park hum a hymn to awaken the woodland creatures.
As they dance and prance their morning routine,
I lay back and observe.

I observe the picture drawn before me.
This is an image that I have drawn in my head when I remember the mornings of Springtime.
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