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sanchit mehta May 2020
SHE
She is there , whenever i fear,
she is always there to take my care,
always lived too far, but it seemed too close,
its her kindness, choosing to live in my heart,
keeping us bound from distances apart.
For a moment there, it seemed like ,
we had some disliking,
who am i kidding,
it was always the plan for some heartfelt bonding.
To her is the tribute today,
as for she chose my life,
to fill with beautiful sun rays!
for me 'she' is my sister,,,this poem is dedicated to whoever 'she' is the most important person in your life.
Bea Burnett May 2020
Bathed in amber light,
You’re the sun in my sky,
A clammy hand I hold with great might,
As the years pass us by.

Pink cheeks, pink nights
Flora floods your room,
Drinking games and fights,
We wash down our gloom.

September solaced,
Strawberries and sugar,
Ice cream sandwiches and
Sushi roll dinners.

High on the cliffs and watching the sunset,
Laughing at nothing with you,
Watching people we’d forget,
Sleepy bus rides and tunes.

I hope you know,
I’d follow you through torrential rain at serpentine,
To a wonder-wall beach scene,
Through cold London weather,
To be there whenever.
To my best friend
Kat Schaefer May 2020
Mama tells me you’ve been at night school
You make your living from 9 to 5
I know you like to burn the midnight oil
You study physics just to feel alive

Daddy says you spend too much time
Trying to prove that you’re above this town
He says education won’t get you nothing
Except a mortarboard and a gown

But I say forget mama and daddy
I love to see you sparkle and shine
How you talk about dystopian literature
When you come home for Scrabble and wine

Miss Carol says you’re wasting your energy
That an education won’t bring you a man
But if you live your life like Miss Carol
Being alone is part of the plan

Pastor Jenkins warns you of temptation
How knowledge often leads men astray
But I know God wouldn’t have made the path
If it meant you couldn’t walk your way
Naveen Kumar May 2020
She is making tea for her poet-husband.
Wondering what her husband is writing.
Once he wrote "Charm floats on her cheeks,
like a paper boat on the water.
Dipping and dancing."
Or maybe he is writing something ***** on her.
Like once he wrote -
"Between her thighs is the temple
where I belong."

She is making tea for her poet-husband
thinking he wants to impress her again.
She can hear his pen tapping his teeth.
But she can not see whisky on his table and
she can not see he is watching her sister
as he writes.
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Shell May 2020
When I'm older and its time
I want you to wake me
Show me your voice I can no longer hear
Your memory will no longer be alive

Though I don't know why
Show me the reason you left
That was more important than me
Show you all that you missed
Thank you for those happy times alive
Max Neumann May 2020
fireworks at blank shores
revenge of the innocent

the victims are to blame for
who are the culprits?
i don't know if you know
my brothers and my sisters

burning sandstorms
playful twisters

stroke me gently baby
no one is to blame for
milk my brain and try to feel
milk my eyes and try to be

reckoner
in memoriam, friend
Today is a good day.
Ishudhi Dahal May 2020
When I remember name crazy
I put a name of you
I still remember
Dad taking us school
In his old red Kawasaki
Me sitting on the tank
And
you murmuring ‘ la la la la la ‘ from back-seat
Used to have different beds
rotation always
Pillow fights
Claiming parents ‘I am right’
Your sheets always clean
And me exchanging it
Secretly and rapidly
Fights apart,
There used to be
Nuisance talks between two heads
Sometimes eating all chips
And meanwhile sharing breads
( I used to lie before ) x2
But you looked cute in red
Those days,
Showing less love and more hate
Today,
Showing less love and more hate
But deep inside god knows !
You know I love you ! But you never know how , when , where , I will show !
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