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Realizations may be the result of thoughts expressed in Idioms.
Realization is the dread that hits when the Realization comes.

Coming to realization as would to Reluctant conclusion.
Acceptance Of bare fragile humaness; sentimental delusion.

Realization is the cognition of the outcome of the act.
Realization comes As you contemplate a deep sobering fact.

Oh! The Realization Numbs somewhat like distant Rolling drums.
Realizing o' so Jarringly That all you've got left are the Crumbs.
Happy Birthday
Sobering Ain't It!
Eve Mar 22
notches on the bedpost
i'd rather count the freckles on your skin
i do not have a bedframe, an empty plaque
but i have my little scrawls of whim
and the tumbling scars on my back,
a rather pallid mosaic
of the sheer audacity of living
but please, count them until daybreak?
another achingly sappy one...
Ankush Mar 12
Welcome !!

This is your house,
A door little tall,
The pet mittle spouse.

See ,
Those ten eyes ,
Lids some closed
The view is suffice,
Clatter of wood ,
Thud due wind,
And curtains fright.

Please make your way inside !!

This is the home in which you reside ,
This is where ,
you slept a myriad of nights.
Yes , this is the veranda of
Your childhood sunbaths,
Memory of joy,
Playing hard as mad .

Ooo,
It's your room,
Look at those doodles
On the walls,
Sketches of sun and crows
Signing your name ,
Across.

It's the TV you saw growing,
The fridge which colour's been fading
The bathroom's door which been
Cranking ,

(Joyful laugh)

Come beside,
Let's go on the roof ,
Take a breath
Let's move in a loop,
Sip of fresh air
Then make a move.

Reminisce the sunset ,
& The glare of moon ,
The panorama of lush green
silvered by lune.

This is your home
Not just a brick or stone ,
You spent your life here
Not just a shade of mere ,

This is a sweater of
Wool of will
The sweater that
has to be worn even
It's summer ,
It is an antique which
Only you can weave ,

So tell me ,

Why do you want to leave ?
Eve Mar 8
when i lived for the first time,
did i grieve for all the eternities
i would have to spend without you?
(theory of a soulmate crossing multiple lives, never meeting for many lifetimes)
Eve Mar 8
to find peace in a stranger's embrace,
a risk i find myself willing to take.
and i know it's a strange kind of quest
to love with each pained breath.
yet i can't bring myself to reside
in a soulless abode of bitterness and lies.
so carry on, as will i,
to see a thread of myself
in every passerby.
/⁠ᐠ⁠。⁠ꞈ⁠。⁠ᐟ⁠\
Four kisses, 
One for yesterday, 
One for today,
One for tomorrow, 
And one for forever.

Yesterday's kiss is long and sweet, 
covering all the times we miss.

Today's kiss is full of fire, 
searing with passion, 
it has no time to reminisce.

Tomorrow's kiss is a promise 
of all the Kisses yet to come.

And finally forever's kiss 
is the softest and gentlest kiss.

It is the kiss that makes us whole.

Given beyond the physical, 
beyond worlds, 
given from the depths of our soul.

All my kisses are for you,
as I pray yours in return.

for they are the first,
last, 
and only kisses, 
I ever hope to earn.
Wrote this a good while ago it had some issues so I shelved it.
went back through it today and re-wrote it.
I think it's close, and close is as close as a poem ever gets.
I hope you like it.
Available on you tube
https://youtu.be/oeDDASfv5p8?feature=shared
direct link
or www.youtube.com/tsummerspoetry
Zee Jan 15
They say you can tell,
A lot about a man.

Based on the company he keeps.
If it's sour or if it's sweet.

You can tell a lot about a man.
Based on what he has in his wallet.

Maybe it's a note or two.
Something sentimental.
Or really rather special.

I've met many men you see.
Still I have not met all.

Some are kind and  clear.
Like water or fresh air.

Others are clever like a snake.
Twisting around your mind.

You can tell a lot about a man.
By the company he keeps.

By the wallet he holds.
By the light in his eyes.

Still with all of this.
You'll never truly know a man.

Until you look at the girl,
He's in love with.
Then do me a favour.

Go talk to her instead.

She'll tell you everything.
You ever needed to know.
Lacey Clark Dec 2023
driving an old car in need of repairs
you feel every oddity
from the creaky, heavy door and
the every-so-often squeaky brakes,
the manual roll-down windows

sometimes you gotta hit the dash
to get your scratched CD playing,
old cars have warm static hums and
headlights glowing in amber
the sweet smell of carpeted seats baked in sun

when flirting with the future,
i drove a new car and it felt
as sterile as a spaceship -
you're unaware of its machinery that
makes it just like every other car.
selina Feb 2024
to love me like how you love your
cheap hmart wine, to sentimentally sip
at me until you are tipsy and having a
good time; and if i have nothing more to
give, set my empty self on a distant shelf—
forever is a paradise, even if to only ever
hear your laughter from the sidelines
live love wine metaphors/similes
Robert Ippaso Nov 2023
There once was a little snail,
That wondered why It didn't have a proper tail,
She asked all those that passed her by
If there might be a rather simple reason why.
None proved to be that kind,
Which put her in an awful bind,
Until one fateful sunny day
She met a hare along the way.
My friend he said, looking awfully smug,
A tail Is something others often tug,
That's why I run faster than near most,
Never resting coast to coast.
You instead are blessed indeed,
As you I know can get good sleep.
With a house over your head,
You're never far from that great bed.
So even when you dont feel well,
Isn’t it better than my hell?
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