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writerReader Dec 2015
When will it be my life begins
a day, a month, a year
maybe two
definitely two

two
a noble number
a number of kings
I feel it with a Gondorian fire

or maybe not two at all
I was so sure it would be two
After all if doesn’t happen then will it be three
three times the charm

but perhaps three is not the number
maybe it will be four
four times it chimed
or was that three?
It could be three

Maybe its not three of four
It’s five possibly
Its probably five
Five fingers on a hand
But three on a clock

Six is like three don’t you think
Three times two is six
Maybe its two
But two plus five is seven

perhaps is it seven years
seven years until my life begins
nish Aug 2018
i have never loved
with only half my heart
but maybe i should start
so at least a little bit
remains intact.
just in my feels again
Tanay Jul 2018
It has been years since we have been apart,
But you will always live in me.
I wish we could go back and restart.

A sad smile and a broken heart,
Like the old branches of a tree.
It has been years since we have been apart.

I do not have words to start,
The clock strikes twelve thirty three.
I wish we could go back and restart.

I seek solace in art,
I hope it can set me free.
It has been years since we have been apart.

We are now miles apart,
Your face is what I wish to see.
I wish we could go back and restart.

I sit in my room with our to-do chart,
And you are not next to me.
It has been years since we have been apart.
I wish we could go back and restart.










Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved
I have been trying to learn this style of poetry, Villanelle. Let it be grey was one such attempt and this is another one. I hope you like it.
Qwn Jul 2018
~
I drink two pots of coffee
only to stare at the page,
I avoid all forms of rest
only to scribble squares,
I force myself into panic
only to give up before I start.
I swear I'm trying.
I hate this part of myself,
the part that overthinks for hours,
only to forget my words.
~
i wrote this during exam season
Felix Jul 2018
She handed me a red dice.

If you're gonna run
She said,
You better run from
yourself.

You'll chase bliss,
Win your life,
Strangle fear
And conquer
heights.

But don't roll the dice
For just anything
quite.

When you're out of profit
An empty wallet
Ready to make a promise,
You'll find it
in your deepest pocket.

It will let you start anew
Like a star in a barren sky
You'll fly again
Perhaps even soon.

Just remember that
By the millions of odds
You got here in time
To be yourself.

No more
No less.

And so you
Do what you must
But you better do it right
There aren't too many dice throws,
Given here in life.

And so
I rolled.
Aprajita Jul 2018
What is our future?

Are we going to hold eachother in our familiar warmth till our end

Or are we going to let go of eachother in our strange cold beginnings
georgia sophie Jul 2018
new
she slowly escapes the pain she was trapped in
rises up like an eagle
soars above the rotting lies that once weighed her down  
and lets go of her past
georgia sophie Jul 2018
today is a new day
a fresh start
new feelings
starting again
be bold
make today your day
sindy Jul 2018
I am sorry I fall in love this night
I did not mean to fall this night
I know how to play, it's always the same,
But it did not play this night
Every time i close my eyes I am back to this night.
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