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Raj Agrawal Jan 24
drip

the face in the reflection is unrecognizable
despite the seemingly crystal liquid,
all your mind can think is:
*****.

drip

the apathy burns like a wildfire in his eyes
the anger casts a shadow,
encompassing the whole image like a cloak of darkness.

drip

you want nothing more than to understand,
how could this have happened

why.

drip

can the image be cleaned?
shimmering happiness replace the apathy,
empathy shine through the eyes like moonlight.

you reach out to lift back the cloak,

splash.
IncholPoem Jan 12
The  coconut  tree  is
bigger  and

taller
than  mango  tree.




Two  ponds  are
there.



One  is  behind
the  school.

Another  is
near   hill.


Couple  staying  
in  concrete room.


In  rainy  season
the   two
pond's  fish
can  reach
with each    other
by  the  over-flow
of  pond  water.
amelia Jan 12
walking past fountains of roses,
she caressed them with her hands.
soft petals kissed her fingers and
thorns, piercing the pads of her fingertips.

wandering to the golden pond, lying
down.
letting her hands play in the fronds of the grass,
flicking up glistening emeralds of water that
glimmered
in the sun.
flickering moons,
fresh diamonds,
new life so quickly taken.
written whilst listening to your song by elton john
IncholPoem Jan 10
Please give  a  kiss
on  Instagram.


Please  do  not
give  advice on
my  single  status
by   comparing  lonely
white  female pigs.

Please  show
me  a ***** pond
to  bath
under  that  pond
in  Pinterest  a  glass
room  should come
the  way   in  where
you  can  take another
bath   to heal  my  mind-sound bath.
Simon Soane Jan 5
As the light
goes more,
by a pond,
on my Mum's birthday,
ducks,
and geese
make noises to each other,
perhaps fighting the growing dark
with the call of
"are you okay?"
The same as you
taught me we
can
do,
everyday.
Sidney Chelle Nov 2018
I.
thick, heavy air
chews slumbering, tipsy words
humming, buzzing
balanced vowels hanging, suspended
above your gentle head

II.
toes trace and fluster the surface
jumbly and weak, green wavering fields
held together with breath
and broken
and hopes of older times

III.
see those arching bones
holding ancient and grow
see them love you
they have always loved you

IV.
there is a family here
maybe not right now
but their sounds fill this space
even when they not
even when they go

V.
bobbling those aching fears
they can't touch here
you, forceful
and forever electric
and here, you may always be warm.
aneeshans Nov 2018
I don't have faith in the ocean
on its indecisiveness and enormity
I don't believe in memories
with its abstraction and claims
I don't believe in words
As it always tend to lie
I only remembered the first time
And the last time is yet to come
And I am that someone
your lips kissed
the way the wind kissed me in a daybreak
I retain you like taste of your fingers
against my mouth

Did the earth knew the hard rush of the sea
When it reaches the cuddle of the coastline
Here it’s full of gloom with all our failed connections
Derailed wagons in its lost tracks
Scars, blood, wounds and fragments
Repetitive, rhythmic, redundant

Will you find me faster next time?
Throwing a pebble in my silent, still pond
Seanathon Sep 2018
When the vacuum snaps
And Ahab is pulled beneath the calm waters of the world
The only surface tension that remains is dispelled by the ripple of intensity
And the underlying opportunity
That the tension of escape and the capture beneath provides
When the vacuum snaps almost instantly
Fishing Still Waters
sarah Aug 2018
the marshland reminds me
of the soft feel of you

you,
your smell, your warmth,
a solid presence against my back

the milkweed would bow to your existence,
in awe of the halo of sunlight
that seemed to encompass your form

the birds and the wind and the trees
do not dare disturb me
and all the evil things stay hidden
and unseen

they must know of you, My Protector
my anchor of flesh and bone
do you recall
the crunch beneath our feet
a gesture small
as we ambled down the street
dirt and gravel
I felt pebbles through my shoe
I unravelled
When I looked at you

Where did you come from
Are you real?
Is this how I’m supposed to feel?
A dreamgirl
In a dreary place
I’ve counted every freckle on your face

Sunlight peaked through maple branches
in such a tranquil way
missed chances to make advances
I always hoped you'd stay
a fork in the road ahead
we went different directions
I used many different methods
to try and snag your attention
Where did you come from
Are you real?
Is this how I’m supposed to feel?
A dreamgirl
In a dreary place
I’ve counted every freckle on your face

you never seemed to notice
you just stared ahead
heart bloomed as if a lotus
while I tugged at a loose thread
sometimes I'd begin to speak
but choked upon my words
so I walked next to you without a peep
and together watched the birds

Where did you come from
Are you real?
Is this how I’m supposed to feel?
A dreamgirl
In a dreary place
I’ve counted every freckle on your face

it's odd and super subtle
the synchronicity
insignificant and pointless
yet means the world to me
quiet walks every afternoon
past the garage and dead leaves
we watched the starlings courtship
do you remember me?

Where did you come from
Are you real?
Is this how I’m supposed to feel?
A dreamgirl
In a dreary place
I’ve counted every freckle on your face
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