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Pandemic
The word itself describes its art,
Lots of deaths, people leave with a scar,
Maybe you  think its effect is temporary ,
But don’t you worry, these pity days will haunt you
Till you are buried.
The life started so beautifully, cro-magnans and environment
Living symbiotically,
What happened after that, you all know, history of the earth changed,
When the man learnt to fight and take revenge.
You really think its all a particular regime’s  fault,
Well don’t worry! I guarantee you.
Mother nature was planning this since long halt,
And why not, after what damage has been done,
Maybe she just wants to remind us ,
That power is just a time’s rust.
So bury yourself in your glass palaces,
And promise to whatever you believe,
If there is even a slight chance that you aren’t preyed,
Then you will never  ever predate.
Lily Oct 2019
At the end, my hand
Nor my fingers trembled as
I grasped her pale neck.
I recently entered this in a Halloween haiku contest and wanted to share it with you guys :)
c Sep 2019
I’ve missed you in so many ways
The minutes and miles between us
Grow my heart ever fonder
And it scares me
Because I’m never sure
That you feel the same
Alifmun Jul 2019
he came to me
with a crooked smile
I let him in
and smile with him
now i'm searching
someone who will
smile with me
My first poem go easy on me
Jiya Jun 2019
how does one live
knowing there is nothing they can say
to scare away pain
their words are weak and brittle
yet they say them all the same
c Jun 2019
Please do not tell me
You love me
Because that scares me so much more
Than loving you
Ever could
Skylight May 2019
Afraid to love.
Anxious to miss.
Scared to hurt.
Terrified to feel.

I have built walls around my heart.
Wore an armor of steel.
Held a sword on my hands.
Protected myself with a shield.

I turn away.
Pull back.
Push through.
Set my guard up.

Afraid to be love.
Anxious not to be miss.
Scared to be hurt.
Terrified to be feel.
mjad May 2019
I've rebuilt walls so high
that the conversation scares me
why would he desire me
after years of not speaking
every opened message
is a bomb detonating
destroying the walls
of my brand new building
Jenna Mar 2019
--The line torturing
its always held me back
staring, mocking, my resolve
it nips my foot
a friendly reminder;
it tells me theirs nothing
on the other side
yet, something scratches
my throat to voice what
everyone hated me for
Was it an opinion?--
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