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shashank mishra Mar 2019
What is love ?
Is this same what I feel for her
Or is it what she feels for me
But what if combination is love
And we both feel differently
I don't know
If this is love ?

I have seen my mother
I have felt her care for me
She had a different dictionary
Because near her I felt free
She never says it out loud
So I don't know
If this love ?

So is it what my sister feels
Does in a different way
Which involves how she heals
My thoughts and understanding
We have a wide gap between us
Filled with late night talking
I still don't know
If this is love

But with my father
I never do any of the fancy things
Neither did he complaints about it
Nor he denies any belongings
There is an unsaid communication
Between him and me
I think I know
This sacrifice of words is love.

Now if I combine every picture
Every side of love I have ever seen
It gives the image so bizzare
That no one has ever seen
It is in crying , silence and glare
I don't know but I feel its everywhere
I should say before these words flee
I know love and it was with all of me
梅香 Mar 2019
some poetries
are not yet
conveyed into words;

they're still
felt by the heart,
and the mind
is still fathoming
those sentiments,
before finally
converting them
into words.
ㅡ take time to feel .
Annie Mar 2019
I haven’t spoken for a long time -or at least the truth? I believe that unless you’re not speaking of how you actually feel, you’re not really speaking at all. I had a lot in me. A lot of things to say. Too many stories to tell. I felt pride in knowing that nobody knows my whole story. And to this day, nobody does. But I have changed. I feel, sometimes, as if I am living in a totally different realm now. I do not even remember who I was last year. I have done things, felt things, I shouldn’t speak of. Things buried deep inside my soul, eating me alive everyday. I wonder if hiding your truth is just like lying? But I didn’t choose to hide. It’s just that nobody chose to know. What is the truth really? It is how one feels? Or is it what the others perceive?
To be continued.
梅香 Mar 2019
you no longer initiate
to ask if i was doing fine these days,
and you're much late
to know my dismays.

you and i have changed
— though i know it's inevitable,
but i still will believe
that we're always unbreakable.
maybe i have set my hopes high
for you and i.
and that's what hurted me the most.

daily poems! ♡
Joanna Charis Jan 2019
If only I have a nice voice,
I would sing my heart out;
My feelings into melodious words—-
I would sing for you, without a doubt.

If only my eyes could take pictures,
whenever I look in your way;
I would definitely take a lot——
Just seeing you makes my day.

If only you could hear my thoughts,
And the words that I left unsaid;
I think I’m gonna regret it for the rest of my life,
Until I am dead.
CM Lee Jan 2019
The both of us were too guarded
Too scared for good things to end
We couldn’t risk it, so we stayed friends
Far too many words left unsaid

We messed around, fooled around
Didn’t expect we’d end up on the ground
Chances lost, never to be found
Who knew this is how it would go down

Tragic how our story went so far
Some things are just better apart
This might be the chance for a new start
Let’s just leave our memories to the stars

Maybe somewhere down the line,
We’d meet and say we’re fine
And we would really mean it this time
Who knows? We might even share a pint

It’s about time we hand this all to fate
Put them in a box and leave it at the gate
Go down the road on our separate ways
And with any luck, I might see you again someday
md Jan 2019
Unsaid thing
makes unsatisfactory
humans.
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