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Max Mar 10
There's place for so much beauty when you cut off the rotten roots.
Metaphor
Xgaizer Mar 5
You look at me like I was everything
You follow me like i was a King

You treated me like I was your Queen
You smiled at me like I'm the only one you seen

You see me like I was your Prince
Save you in so many evil whence

You see me like i was your Princess
That can save you on so many curses

So I give you so many kisses
build an empire with those sadness

Let us make a promises
build walls with those pieces

I put you inside my chest
And love you for all the rest
whence means a place at least for, just bare with it. thank you so ,much :)
PrernaK Feb 26
Lets just walk a mile
for a while
not thinking
about where to go

all the places
I stroll with your
hand in mine
would be our destination.

©ladywithpen
We are home. Together.
every day, I fall in love
with places
I WANT TO go
with ideas
I WANT TO try
with people
I WANT TO know
I fall in love, every day
hoping that one day
"I want to"
will turn into
"I got to"
memoona kazmi Feb 10
It’s a shame for me,
To claim,
That I live in,
An independent state,
When all I see around me,
Are salves
Slaves of fate,
***** of greed,
Slaves of lies,
It is a disgrace for me,
To say,
That I live in a.
Peaceful state,
Where  everyday,when I wake up,
All I see are the bodies,
Of innocents hanging,
Hanging on the branches,
Branches of banyan,
Branches of trees,
It is so degrading.
For me to say,
I belong to a loving state,
When I see my people,
Being discriminated,
On basis of colour, sect,religion,
And I feel ashamed,
When I see a headless body,
Of an innocent child,
Who had only learnt to smile……………
There are places In my life
I'll never return places where I once walked with my sweetheart places that would never be the
same

Places I'd never try to walk again Places that belonged to us both It wouldn't seem right without Helen with me places left now to memory

Dreams only place left for us to walk ever again where I can hold her hand stopping momentarily time for a kiss to finding a place where we could make
love
Thoughts of my sweetheart and the places we did go hand In hand secret places we'd only know
Skywlkr Feb 7
Three Poems a Night is Making it Tight
No Inspiration in My Appetite,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So let's turn this Around and Go Underground to a Secret Place I've Found..........
it'll make your Heart Pound Its the Same Place My Anxietys Make There Sound!...........
Nearly all my writing I can't think of it's just thoughts that won't leave me and I use this to get it out in a less of a way that scares me back
Kyle Kulseth Jan 10
Cold nights
               It's always Winter here.
It seems this season's stretching on all year.
               The beers are gone
               so let's get walking.
                           Grab
    your coat and let's do some talking.
Loud, through the night.
Know our strides will crunch through old snow
beneath old street signs.

                                              Best
                                         bets aside,
                                    did you gamble
                                       on my days?
                               Did I waste your time?

Days come early,
nailguns out.
Walls go up and ambitions drown.
4 blocks down the street, you're screaming,
"**** the cold and this town. I'm leaving."
                     Sheetrock walls
               and paycheck borders
                     keep us pinned,
                in line, on short order.
                              Cook
                    our melting brains.
                        Froze in place
and broke your heart, rinsed me down the drain.

Cold nights
               It's always Winter here.
This frigid season's stretching on all year.
               The beers are gone
               so let's get walking.
                           Grab
    your coat 'cuz them ghosts been talking.
Howling each day.
Haunting all our snowbound steps and
rattling their chains.


                                          Alarms and cars
                                        and pulsing hearts.
                                               Cheapest
                                        prices paid to make
                                                our wage.

                                         The clocks in bars
                                       count tarnished stars.
                                                 Cheapest
                                         prices paid to pave
                                                 our ways.


                                              Best
                                         bets aside,
                                    did you gamble
                                       on my days?
                               Did I waste your time?


Days come early,
nailguns out.
Walls go up and ambitions drown.
2 blocks down the Ave., I'm shouting,
"**** the wind and the snow that's pounding."
                     Rent check walls
               and sheetrock borders
                     keep us pinned,
                in line, on short order.
                              Cook
                    our melting brains.
                        Froze in place
and broke my will, rinsed you down the drain.

                                            And I'll move
                                                4 blocks
                                              next Spring...
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