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She plays with me and teases me to spark
In spring season my love I have to embark
Let me be your guard to save as bulwark
I will take you along please take my remark

Please teach me the mannerism for love
I want to be a schoolboy, my little dove
You know that when love happens,how
Love is the landmark beauty is over-above

My love is beyond my real expectations
Your style and grace are above all fashions
I want to be my love with you in all seasons
Beauty has its notions love its good reasons

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Àŧùl Nov 2016
I can't explain all the things,
Just because there are some things,
Few people won't want me to understand...
One such thing is her divorcing me pre-wedding,
I will die with the immortal failed love for her,
Which I have kindled and fondled in my heart...
She gives the pretence of incompatibility,
But I am as much a human being as herself...

Probably she was scared of my behaviour,
That very part where I always keep suggesting,
Suggesting her steps to improve herself...
She evades my love under the pretence of incompatibility.

HP Poem #1262
©Atul Kaushal
Sam Oct 2016
The sun rises,
The sky gets grey.

The internet runs,
The phone dies.

The music blares,
The dark stays.

The shade stays closed,
The door says shut.

There is a reason,
*for everything
storm siren Oct 2016
I've got running away running through my veins,
And I'd like nothing more
Than to stay.

And I remember
Days of packed bags
And the unknown,
And days of color
Or days of grey.
I remember every person,
Who never intended to stay.

If I breathe in the rain,
I can recall picking fights,
And my own wrong-doings,
But if I breathe out for too long,
It fades away like fog,
And I am left with the reasons I am strong.

And maybe today,
I remember the grey
And those who never intended
To stay.
But tomorrow is for color,
And all that I always wanted to do and say.

I've still got running away running through my veins,
But I've made the choice that I'm going to stay.
Happy National Poetry Day!
Breeze-Mist Oct 2016
We all have our reasons
For why we're here

Not in existential sense
(Not this time)
But on this forum

We all have our reasons
For coming in
And writing in verse

Some of us
Want to hone writing skills
Some of us
Desire to describe the world
Some of us
Came looking for inspiration
Some of us
Need to let the skeletons out of our closets to breathe

I, personally
Am here because
This is the one place
I can let my
Wildest
Darkest
Most Lyrical
Descriptive
And Downright Crazy
Side out to the world
And no one will put me down for it
Or lock me up in an assylum
Mane Omsy Oct 2016
So where should I begin?
From the beginning or the end?
If I restart it again
Arisen sorrows will descend

Somewhere in the darkness
Howled the beats with victory
No one gave me no awarness
O! I've been caught by misery

Blow your sword on everysides
Born Oh! with no sympathy
I turned out to be neutralized
I fumbled with much adversity

I reckon I can restart my life
So I kept my sword and took the knife
There's no way out??
b e mccomb Sep 2016
i'm going to be
woken up when
september ends to
i will see october first

(i'm scared to
death of living
but i'll try it for
awhile anyway)


and sure i lay
in bed until noon
most mornings
a hot dim
reconfigured dream
trying to find
reasons any
reason

(i couldn't today
didn't feel like music
didn't want coffee
didn't want to talk to friends
didn't want breakfast
didn't want to create
didn't want
didn't)


replaying your face
bathed in two a.m. blue light
telling me that i had to
keep going and that
maybe it was selfish
but you couldn't handle
the rest of your life
without me in it

(we were both crying
by the time we went to bed
and i'm crying again
when i think about it)


you know those mornings
when you wake up and know
that before the sun goes down
your face will have felt tears?

yeah it was
one of those

(and tears aren't pretty
just kind of watery)


and by the time i had a
cup of tea and was sitting
at the kitchen table i was
sobbing my eyes out

(i am so
tired)


i couldn't help it
can't help any of this

(i am so
*******
tired of being
broken in half)


and i am so
tired of fighting
to find a reason to
get out of bed.
Copyright 9/7/16 by B. E. McComb
Mahima Goel Aug 2016
She knew no language of love
Still spoke the language that has no words

All she knew was she loved him
Loved who he was

No reasons confined her love
It was her choice to love

But she couldn't call him her's
And her love remained one-sided

Wondering what he thinks of her
She lied awake at nights thinking of him

She then kept her all busy
To escape from the pain

She couldn't wipe out all her feelings
But her love started to fade away

May be her destiny has set some other plans
This positivity made her walk with a smile

Now she only waits for the one
Who'll love her like she's the only one.
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Http://unsaidstoriesweb.blogspot.com
Cup Noodles Jul 2016
there are a million reasons why I love you
but also
no reason at all
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