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komal aggarwal Jul 2017
When you say nothing and they heard everything
When things are hard but they always be your part
When they can see the best in you ,
When you choose to hide they hold you and takes you for a ride
Life is full of ups an down
It's totally depends on whom we choose as our soul guards
The wiser one will bliss it
And the another one will dolour it !!
Àŧùl Jun 2017
In this world full of deceit,
Where should they be headed now.
The crazy lovers in love forever,
Where should they be headed now?

The fires are always guarded,
By the watchful eyes of the world,
Those who wish to immolate,
Where should they go and burn?

Those which are hard to recite,
And those that are hard to veil,
Confess, oh poor lonely hearts,
Where should those poems go?
My HP Poem #1607
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
Here l come,
Oh 60 kg target!
Be ready for me,
'Cause I am determined.
Weight loss demamds a lot of determination, exercise and sacrifice.
I am 64.8 kgs now down from 72 kgs almost 50 days ago.

My HP Poem #1580
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2017
A fairly new poetess,
With the eye of a tigress,
Of stats she is the mistress.

She compliments me,
As she points it out to be,
Excellent poets read so many.

So honestly she tells me,
As she brings to my notice,
"Your favourites are 10X more,"
"Your poems are 10 times lesser!"
Thanks for bringing it to my notice,
Poetess Kalpana.

I am sure that there are many more dedicated readers and so a lot of better poets than me.

My HP Poem #1568
©Atul Kaushal
solEmn oaSis May 2017
i wiped it...
and i wipe it again
not because i am so dreary!

it just that...
i really loved the feeling
every time i dropped it out from my heart!

the thing is..
all of what you are
and all of what you're not!
(©)
is what I've been thinking of
are you gonna come out
once again?

                                    *
and
        ­                                
if
                        ­            
you
                                        
do?
     ­                                     
i'm
                  ­                      
sure
                                ­          
there
                                                
is­
                                              
joy!
    ­                                    
but
                                  
if
            ­                  
you
                                
don't,
                                    
i
        ­                                
knew..
                    ­                      
i..
                                      
..ahhaamm
                                        
i ah...
                                      
i
          ­                                    
know
                  ­                                
you
                                                       ­   
aren't
                                                 ­               
the
                                                       ­   
rea-
                                                  
s­on
                                            
why
     ­                                     
am
                   ­                 
i
                                        ­    
crying
                                           *!

                                           !
                                           !

  
because if i do
cry,there is only one thing
  
it may cause! it was the LOST...
(©)
......Tears in my Eyes....
which has been and always be
i am longing for
                              
to
                                    
let
                                          
it
                                      
loose
                                 pain-
                                 les-
                                    -sly
       ­                               !
                            ­          !
                                      !

    ­                                 !
                                     !

                                     !
                                   be
                                   cause
                       i
                                
bel-
               ­               
ieve
                      
tears
     ­                       
is
                                 ­     
Gift
                            
of
            ­              *
*God
i am currently running out of rhyme
doing this piece, i wish i have more
and i am so sorry for that
my dearest fellas,,,
but i want to internalized first my feelings
about all of emotions made by these
before i won't make it for the record...
that was to  'save the best for last!"
THANK YOU LORD!!!

me to you
you to me
represents each one of us
S O P H I E May 2017
they say a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down
so we bought my mom some cookies
to help the shots of morphine slide down her throat

they say pain is never permanent
so we all and hope and pray
that she'll go in peace

they say we should live in the moment
so we all sit around her bed and laugh
hoping we'll make a better memory than the last

they say it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all
but every time i watch her struggle to breathe
i think it would've been easier if i had never loved her at all

then i think losing her wouldn't be as hard
cancers a *****
my life just feels like a movie about a girl who's going to lose her mom to cancer before she's ready.
i hate this
i hate this
i hate this
Arlene Corwin Apr 2017
Irrational The Terrorist (a follow-up to After A Terror Deed…)

There’s no such thing as ‘non-believer’:
All believe in something.
Family, sky, the Vedic I,
The name ‘non’ – anything misnomer.
Those who slaughter
In the name of heaven, waiting virgins, angels,
Paradise, God knows what else,
Where lion vegetarians
Meet bird and man as ***** friends…
They do no know life’s real ends.
True, misconceived, a pictured or imagined thing
So strong that it gives murdering
A face,
It makes the law-abiding jaundiced,
And, like me, seeing irrationality
In well meant terror dogma-bent
As pure one hundred one percent
Insanity.

Irrational The Terrorist 4.8.2017
Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin
They justify by faith.
And there was time
were time dissapeared
and there was none
but holy disgrace

how much can it be
to become a beauty bee
we try to retrieve
we seek our need

So they yelled.
and what was there?
Let it be,
scream a renaissance
retrieve baroque
or simply Byzantine
along with
an illusion
we find something
then Zeus started to *****
and left was dear Promt

Rather a darkness of trust
to have the world
rapt in dust
were we seek for the light
once in a year,
while the revolutionair
is not the visionair
since our promises of
big men, ruling
we became slaves
of our domesticity
and rabbits, said
no!
were is our hole ,
we survive.
So they Yelled, is just a poem of a notion and sense of darker kind.
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