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And then
When the night nighed
Her beauty sighed
She looked again into mirror
Beauty scattered by any error
Her face is a piece of cheater
Expert as liar quite neater
Then smoke emanated
As if my wishes detonated
Glasses broke into pieces
Ashamed of reflecting her face
To my Love, this is disgrace

~
Mirza Sharafat
Night nighs and the beauty of beloved sighs. Poet speaks about an approaching night, when he realized, non living things turned their face away from his beloved, as they came to know her cheating.
martin murray Jan 2018
Give us the bible to preach the devil away

So we can stand in a righteous way

Praise God for the wisdom he left yesterday

Thank you Jesus for leading the way

The  devil slanders each good person's name

We praise God & Jesus for a verse to rebuke Satan's way

1000 Bible verses to rebuke Satan's 1000 sin's

Give us the Bible to preach the devil away
I created this short rhapsody, getup, opus, stanza because of the negative slander & persecution I face, and not only me, other people too. This is a composition praising our ancestors, the wise people who help us through everyday.
Meenakshi Sethi Dec 2017
Beatings of heart
Stay loyal all life
Till they betray
First but last time
Ending every struggle
Ending every fight
Leaving everything behind
How delicate is this life!
Moving around
Wheels of breath
Which is pulling our cart
Heavy with false pride
Burden of ego
Weight of inner fights
All become meaningless
When we exhale one last time!
sophia sacal Oct 2017
Somewhere in the reign of sleep
Lie the remains of broken verses,
The skeletons of unfinished poems
And the ashes of incomplete sentences,
Destined to be forever forgotten,
Swallowed up by the unconscious mind
And left to rot without a second thought.

How strange, to think that our minds are nothing but thought graveyards...
Poetic T Aug 2017
My syllables skip
                      pages

of repetition....

A life less interesting
         but nerveless, reading on..
Sandoval Apr 2017
I bleed words not blood.


So, if you hurt me. I'll scar

verses not wounds.

*Sandoval
Poetic T Apr 2017
Enveloped within the musings of ardour,
I was the pencil etching upon the refined
blank verses of her needing's.

Engraving within the crevasses of her
yearning, writing syllables felt deep within.
She was an impression on my heart.

We were woven of different silks that merged
beautifully woven deep within the emotions
of each others rousing verses.
M Harris Apr 2017
Lightning Enchantress & Her Diamond Absolutes,
Moaning Fluxes Of Her Satellite Pursuits.,
Phantasmal Intents In Her Indigo Silhouettes.

***** Eyes & Animatronic Bliss,
Her Cherry Lips Calling For Her Symphonic Kiss,

Inimitable Raindrops & Iridescent Perpetuity,
Condensed Laments Of Her Kaleidoscopic Sphericity,

Purple Palisades & Platinum Charades,
Pheromone Verses Of Her Propelled Shades,

Shapeshifting Reveries Of Her Hourglass Fictions,
Charming Archangels Concealed In Her Convictions,
Glasshouse Perspectives Emitting Luminescent Predictions,

Magnetic Canvas & Her Stainless Vibrations,
Her Aesthetic Amour Diffusing Amplifications,

Satirical Saga In Her Spiritual ******,
Lyrical Charlatans Of Her Velvet Creativity,

Crystal Flowers & Supernatural Dreams,
Befuddled Effigies Of Her Cryptic Realms,
Her Feral Gleams Illustrating A Prophetic Queen.

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Druzzayne Rika Mar 2017
Somewhere around the globe
An earth shattering discovery is being made
and somewhere else,
a new chemical is synthesised ,
In some hospital ,
a life is being saved
and in a house somewhere far
A little boy is crying ,after he failed
While on the street ,
someone found his phone is stolen
And in a cafe nearby ,
a girl is sipping her coffee daydreaming
And at the same time ,
while along with some significant things take place
I sit across my laptop
scribbling some verses while I eat chips
Colm Mar 2017
I feel so tired
I can barely breathe
My chest is concave
Like the narrow dell
Soaking up the rain
And pulling in the leaves

And though I’m not hollow
I am not whole
And though I’m weary
It is not my soul
Which cries aloud
Unto the the trees

Except for your sound
The sound that is
Of when you sing
And walk beneath
This canvas of leaves
Free as your feet

But the soles of my shoes
And the lids of my eyes
Are now heavy
As my head it lulls
And wants to roll
Back to the ground

So my pillow now
Is underneath
The hooded wood
And as the world
Slowly closes round
It’s you I see

Within the leaves
Beneath the trees
Looking up. Looking down. At you. At me.
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