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Dharker Jun 2017
You lend your hand out
Only a lover should take
Not wanting what you give
yet you insist, with no break
I worry about you
as you patiently wait
For what?
This desired thought...
I hoped you care enough
to finally leave
Gain some sense
in self
Figure out
what you don't need
Yet here you still are,
with both hands now out
Ready; despite of me
The one who tried for a reason in which makes no sense at all... this one is for you.
Gabriel burnS Jun 2017
Caught by showers in the wild
We hide beneath a tree
The snake is in your eyes
And the apple is my lips

* *

Eden’s’ reach
Translucent touch
Fingers trickle down
I watch the glow
Into your irises
I catch the flow
At the corners of your mouth

* *

Translucent fingers’ touch
Trickles down your face
Slowly close your eyes
And every drop is me

Flood is rushing down
The trenches of my palm
Falling into view
And every drop is you
3 inseparable poems
Arpan Rathod Jun 2017
Love is the healer
and the killer.
It just *****
when both is done
by the same person.
Colm Jun 2017
There are certain people who are going places
Who are doing things even when they are standing still
Such people posses a tremendous will
To succeed and grow, to change and know
And then there are others, who are just standing still
We are such people...ever thinking in order to grow and know. (:
Paul Jones Jun 2017
I sit on the fence       that keeps two sides from
tearing each other      down. I built that fence.
10:00 - 02/06/17
State of mind: doubtful; contemplative.

Thoughts: from thinking - about how I am sometimes accused of sitting on the fence and not having much of an opinion on current affairs.

Every conflict needs a mediator, a diplomat to quell or cool the heat of an argument.

Questions: what is the value in seeing all perspectives of an argument only to side with none? Is that really indifference or is there something deeper to do with acknowledging that there is no truth, only interpretation?

09:50 - 04/06/17
Afterthoughts: change is important because it encourages diversity. Conflict stimulates change.

I think what I am developing with this thought is more to do with the conflict in shaping what people believe is the best environment to exist in. In reality, there are many. There should be many and we should be free to move between them.

The internet is an environment. Some people ascribe to it, others don't. But both it and alternatives are important. Many facets has the diamond.

I believe the fence is symbolic for realising that there is not one perfect way, but many and is wrong to tear down the diversity we have in favour of a singular way.
Àŧùl May 2017
If two beat in my chest,
I will give even that one to her,
For her passion of breaking my heart.
My HP Poem #1560
©Atul Kaushal
Ramsha May 2017
Oh Love!!!
Sometimes
it's like
the poison
which two
people take but
only one dies.....☺
Ramir May 2017
I use to love writing..
Stories about us two.
How bittersweet beginnings..
Happy endings were true..
I wrote about your smile in summer, that feeling..
That kept coming back..
Glimmered like sunshine..
Your firm grip, hands tight when you held mine.

Graceful as the flower dance.
As if were in a mellow trance.
In the peaceful meadows like the wind..
That feeling, it keeps coming back again......
Your arms gently rubbed my skin...
I was so high
As you hold me near...
My heart skipped a beat..
Everything..
Yes everything!,was clear.
No wonder, i keep on falling..
I fell and fell for you..
And still
I use to love our stories...
I believe those were true..
My heart started to falter...
I lost myself in the middle...
But then... There was You
Its been awhile..
Àŧùl May 2017
Just two years ago,
I was so happy!
And what about now?
Now I am just hapless.

There's no hope,
Vanished is every joy!
And guess what?
You took it all away.

You had brought it in,
Now you only snatched it!
And what now?
I am searching for happiness.

I search it within myself,
But have had no success!
And what reason?
Addicted I had grown to you.

Everything screams your name,
I had become too much attached!
And what keeps me?
A small hope for the future.
My HP Poem #1539
©Atul Kaushal
Ron May 2017
I can see it.
It's ahead of me
The future seems so bright
But
I can still feel it
It's deep inside of me
The darkness lurks inside
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