#tiny poems on Hello Poetry

sun stars moons Aug 2014

ants

sometimes I write poems about emotions
that I have no first-hand experience with
simply because I can sympathize with how they may feel
to you
or you
or you
I can understand how your stomach can turn and twist and sink
how you can despise yourself will all of your being
and cry in silence because of something I can't hear
In hopes that some of you can understand what it might feel like
for me
or him
or her
Empathy is so rare today, that all I can search for, is sincerity in strangers
and how lucky I am to have found a stranger to love, a lover to understand
and how lucky you could be if you found empathy in strangers
and if strangers could understand it all.

#love #emotion #strangers #luck #understand #sympathy #empathy #tiny #ant

Invocation Aug 2014

The things we do instead of sleeping

Washing each other, mountain dew can ash tray
Lava lamp light
dark showers

Not kissing
reminiscing
music sharing, torrents
crush my lungs
play with your bones
You feel like home

so derobe - original mix by joy orbison

#home #dark #bones #skinny #male #tiny #bird #insomniacs

Clindballe Jul 2014

Tiny detail

I've planned the perfect escape. Every path, every step, every breath. I have planned it all. Except from one single tiny detail. You. No matter how much I want you to you're not coming with me. This is why I'll never be leaving. This tiny detail is the reason for why I'll never leave. You're the reason why I'm missing this tiny detail

Written: July 31. - 2014

#why #escape #perfect #reason #tiny #detail

Àŧùl Jun 2014

A Cute Lisp

Whenevel I clied hungly,
Chhe would give me milk.
Whenevel I do not dlink it,
Chhe will tly that I dlink it.
Whenevel I am chho angly,
Chhe will tly that I dlunk it.
Whenevel chhe loshesh hope,
Chhe will look at my papa.
My daddy will only shmile,
Lift shweetly in hiz armsh.

They would then shuksheed,
Togethel they enteltain me.
They dichhtract & feed me,
Milk I lyk not chho vely hot.
Twichhe they tly & I leject,
They sing me some lhymsh.
Mom then poulsh two dlops,
On back of hel hand chhe tlies.

'Tsch! It's hot,' chhe ekchclaims,
I let out a shmall shlieky laugh.
Daddy lent hel a helping hand,
He blung a khup of cold watel.
Finally they togethel feed me,
Calefully & lovingly they do it.
Whenevel I lemembel my lisp,
I am chho happy & smile bloadly.

In India, the tiny tots often have a cute lisp for many sounds like 'S' as 'Sh', or 'Sh' as 'Chh' or 'R' as 'L', and trust me it sounds so cute whenever their lisp is more prominent than what they actually have to speak. I didn't use to lisp in my childhood, but I did have my own way to say some words. This poem is based on that memory.

My HP Poem #640
©Atul Kaushal

#cute #sweet #baby #kid #tiny #tots #lisp

i Jun 2014

empty bed

whenever i
lie next to you,
on our tiny
bed, all i feel
is emptiness
surrounding us,
absence and
tension are present,
suffocating us,
until someone
gets up from
the bed, and leaves
without a word,
and without a goodbye.

#love #heartbreak #poem #bed #relationship #goodbye #heartbroken #us #over #tiny