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Rain falling on the decomposing leaves
cold autumn air breathed in warm lungs
the wind blows muttering ghost stories
into our ears.

Pumpkins carved into wickedly twisted smiles
as we dress up for Halloween discos and parties with style
gathering sweets as we go
while the full moon glows.

Bonfires built as we wait for the 5th of November
when fireworks will explode and sparkle in the night sky
we remember the gun powder plot
as we toast marshmallows on the bonfire.
Daksh 1d
I don't remember when you left
But i do remember how you left.

Maybe it wasn't supposed to end
You were wrong.

The heart got back on its own.
I heard the cracks healing,
The smile emerging.

I heard you packing in my heart
And leaving, and you did left a hug.

We helped ourselves to get up.

And while you walked away I shed a tear
While holding our ring,
Our smiles were emerging.
I’m not broken
I’m a puzzle not to be solved
I’m a bird of…
Preying on rain…
But the clouds elude my webs
I’m the underside of an antisocial umbrella
What with the moisture-averse lovers nowadays
I shoo them off and twist my spokes
And finally I’m no longer pretending for completeness for the sake of my surroundings
Because She comes clad timeless
Comes with thunder
And She tastes like all or nothing
Haiku Donna Oct 9
Cute Sun rays on wall
Morning sun wakes with a smile
A new day begins
Ray Casey Oct 8
Lifeless bodies refuse to be lifted
lazy lives will not be shifted
they’re plastic people with plasticine smiles
paper thin expressions perfectly vile
cardboard personalities sit and wither
blankly they stare making you shiver

Weak minded people refuse to grow
their Styrofoam futures will never show
idealistic truths and perfect skies
magnanimous gestures and heavenly sighs
many will try but few will know why
because of blind man’s visions and plasticine smiles
Farhan Oct 5
I am,
In the desert of solitude.
Watering plants of memories,
With tears.
Fertilizing them,
With smiles.
In a hope.
Atleast one flower,
Could be so beautiful as you.
Your Love for me
I know Is but for sure
But to make it known
Would you Write it in BOLD
For my sake make it Bright,
With just the leftover
Charcoal in your fingers.
Don't make it lavish
Just keep me in your perceptions
And in your undaunting smiles
Oh my Beloved !
Just write LOVE
Wid all the hues
Stolen from the butterfly
Just make it crisp n shine
Just make it everlasting
Your Love for me....

© Neeloo 'NeelPari'
Even with your cut thighs,
Sad eyes
And fake smiles

You are still beautiful.
To those who struggle with loving themselves. You're beautiful.
Riptide Sep 29
The most precious and valuable smiles
are from
Those who suffer the most
The Catman told a joke
The boy's laughter bounced off the walls
I knew that laugh, so I smiled to myself

I knew before even seeing him
His broad smile lights up the room
His full laugh fills the room
fills me

If only I could be the reason for his smile
If only I could be within his sight
If only it could be as more than a friend
Something I wrote a couple years ago about a boy I liked.

You may notice that I use code names for some people I refer to.
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