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Poetic T Aug 2018
Clouds howling in winds of
momentary grace. She looks above
seeing that the clouds greet within
thin veils of silver linings wherein.

Woven her gentile strokes birthed
a new cub the vapours nursed
within her grasp. Eagerly clouds
darken, tears fall from howling shrouds.


A bellowing wind, more a fresh breeze
between fingers rises. A solitary ease
as it lifts to the waiting pack above her.
All become a hue, howling within a blur.
Shofi Ahmed Jul 2018
Tomorrow's sunrise
is a memoir.
It remembers
an exact mirror.

Like it showed up
a thousand times earlier.
At the end of the same
veiled night.

Once again will it take
a trip to the memory lane
and lay on a sea of primulas
interpreting in colour
that’s sweet dream!

The sun is in the know
It will paint across.
But own’t touch the rose
it will sleep in its dew.
IPM May 2018
I see her
in dimming light
beneath the lamplight on the street
our eyes meet
for the last time under a misty veil
I see her
she sees me
Druzzayne Rika May 2018
The chances are never perfect
I am disappointed
because the world has never stood up to
what is ideal
what is right is hidden behind the veil
Innocents are tested each time
and the fight goes on.

Bending the rule,
using people as tool
dead and alive
making every fool
and the normalcy
spreading this sickness
over what is going on
so wrong.

Moving on
getting over it
forgetting every little bit,
we stick to our lives
protecting us
what possibly how
we can also be duped
and save ourselves
from becoming the national news.
Salmabanu Hatim Apr 2018
When I open my eyes my love,
I wish to see your face.
When I close my eyes my love,
I  wish to see you only in my dreams.
And when I die,
I want to be shrouded in your wedding  veil.
a light veil of morning mist
draped o'er the river's trace
as first rays of sun arose
was like a curtain
Zero Nine Nov 2017
Set the mood
Redline
Build the hill
Fill that stem
Inhale. Hold it in.
Take that breath
Relax. Just relax.

I'm  waving the smoke away
Both hands  extensions of
the atrium  that primes the pump
I'm  beating as bleating
Green veil  is parted re  -  vealed
Reveals  the one I'm afraid of  -  the
old me

I'm  counting days defeated
Dead days  used my blood took
the look that I sculpted and weaponized  - it
as something other

Set the mood
Lazerhawk
Build the hill
Fill that stem
Inhale. Hold it in.
Take that breath
Relax. Relax. Relax.

How am I  a slave to myself  I wonder
I wonder

How am I  a slave?

How am I  a slave to myself  I wonder
I wonder

I  ride the ghost train
I  deify  the old ghosts  -  I
I  never meant to board forever  -  I
Am shadow. Am product. The Ubik.
I  deify  the past as answer  -

nothing left to say
nothing left to say

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Nine is the number. 3 x 3. The grid and the line's end.
Maria Etre Nov 2017
You blind
your sight
with this
veil of expectations
but..
little do you know
that when I remove
it and kiss you
reality just tastes
sweeter and
sometimes
a bit sour
Àŧùl Oct 2017
This love,
This love I feel for You...
I feel,
And I feel it's so new...

Beyond the rising sun,
I see the endless space...
I see you smiling there,
Behind that veil of lace...

This feeling,
This feeling that I get...
I know,
And I know it's so true...
My HP Poem #1671
©Atul Kaushal
Poetic T Sep 2017
Will you walk with me,
          will you hold my hand
we'll skip to the sounds of
     moonlight as it shines off
                    the blades we hold in our hands...

Our masks hiding our secrets,
        The enigmas of each others plan..
You like to cut, I like to stab..
As long as there's  wine flowing
we'll drink dry to every woman & man..

They thought we were gone,
buried beneath so much dirt.
                              But we breathed
our last, with that a vengeful curse.

"We breath our last, this is our last verse,
        For when the veil falters,
                for when our names are practiced..
We will arise to claim what is ours,
      Two children will wonder,
Two children will smile with glee.
For those that put us beneath the dirt,
         will bleed and feed underneath.."


When the sun arises and the covering
of night does die in luminescent decay...
Know that were back where we were.
but we brought some friends to keep
                                           the loneliness away!

There not dead, a heart still beats.
          But there staring at our decaying vision
our mouths silently open.
Were inhaling every last breath,
      for not with  moment will we breath again
                    But there's always next hollows eve.
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