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Brett May 30
I can not help when I wake up with you on my mind
As if my eyes, had wandered off into the past

I know it’s over, but the more I see
The less I can claim to know

Inside my heart there are footprints
Artifacts of my wandering gypsy soul (sole)

My thoughts conjure up an image of your lips, but
I taste only that in which I miss

Only loneliness lingers on a phantom kiss
Calloused hands made of stone

Carved to reach out, but
No innate strength to hold them closed
Aŧül May 28
I have learnt to seek happiness in my life,
My preparation isn’t just for a beautiful wife.

I banish sadness by a gazillion miles,
My aim is a persistent state of strong smiles.

If I can be happy with myself in loneliness,
Then I can be with my partner in happiness.
My HP Poem #1932
©Atul Kaushal
Come here, little one
Tell me, where are you from?

I'm from the future,
Sent to you, to show you what will come
So that in the upcoming hour
You'll properly decide, if what you intend, truly should be done

Tell me, little one
How's the future? Am I there, or am I gone?

Two futures are here, set on the table
One where you are alive and healthy, one that is without you
Both possible, Neither stable
Depends on an upcoming crossroads, what choice you're gonna choose

Tell me, little one
How's the one without me?

Oh, it's dark and gloomy, for all you have known
Many still miss you, many lost the life they now own
You broke the heart of many, some you never would have guessed
The one that you saved – broken, depressed
Your art is unfinished, lamented is your loss
By your selfish choice, you stole the world one important voice
And thought the world did not end with you gone
Many lives did, hearts were turned into stone

I know that such a future would cause a lot of harm,
But is it worth to suffer, is there any light?
Tell me, little one
What's the first one like?

After cruel months and years
Tortured by your mind, your own fears
You finally made it, changed your life
Moved to your love and made her your wife
Together you live, in a small northern house
You still write poems, and your beloved, your spouse
Still draws sketches and paints, creates the most wondrous art
You have two children, talented and smart
You live a life full of love and happiness
Never, ever, will you know sadness and loneliness
Your life will be bright, illuminated by rays of sun
Beautiful family; Wife, daughter and son

My eyes filled with tears, that sounds like heaven
That's what I chose, even if my pain turns to eleven
Thank you, little one, for letting me see
Just one more question; Who send you to me?

My father's the one that send me to you
More I can't tell, I was asked not to
Although I shouldn't, I still tell you this
Thank you for each of your goodnight kiss
Thank you for reading me books in my bed
Thank you for making me laugh, when I'm sad
Thank you for all the things you are yet to do
I now have to go, but know I love you.
Carlo C Gomez Apr 23
Welcome to Misadventure, you're drawn to it in some berserk way, maybe due to it's atomic habits or technological urges,

sometimes there are cool, but irrational gun-totting robots who speak in foam, their presence detected by iron filings or teeth fillings or both or neither,

I just know there are tire tracks on your wife's new dress, the smell of gasoline coming from the guest bedroom, and a half-eaten Stouffers lasagna rotating on the record turntable,

and here a replicated version of your wife dances to the Italian Song, her ******* like lodestones, upturned and pressed together,

drawing you to them in some berserk way,
and they give such life and merriment to your brain's parcel of needles, that they prance and sway as if the devil were in them.
An absolutely drug-free inspired/written poem...Lol!
Aŧül Apr 17
Bereft of love all my life,
Thought I would not need any.
Still, you entered my life,
And now I need you as my wife.
Proposals, you can get many,
Yet you say you will be my wife.
You scuttled my ship.
My HP Poem #1926
©Atul Kaushal
THE SUNSHINE IN MY DAY

To the sunshine in my day. The stars on a lonely night. Her voice is the only vaccine by which my boredom is cured. She fuels gleeful moments in my life. My dreams easily became true having found her earned me the most precious goal. To me she's worth beyond any diamond nor gold. She's my whole life my wife.
#C9fm
Randy Johnson Mar 26
You think it's going to be your way or the highway but that's not how it's going to be.
You'd better change your way of thinking if you want to continue to be married to me.
You are not always going to get your way.
You'd better learn that if you want me to stay.
You need to learn that marriage is a two-way street, it's not a one-way street.
When it comes to our marriage, I'm not going to take a back seat.
You don't care about my dreams and desires, you think it's all about you.
If you don't change, I'll have this marriage annulled, that's what I'll do.
You've started laughing because you actually think I'm not serious.
When I talk about this problem, you think it's not worthy to discuss.
It won't be your way or the highway but that is something that I have failed to make clear.
I no longer want you for a wife so I'm going to pack my bags and get the hell out of here.
EVEN THOUGH THIS POEM IS FICTIONAL, I REALLY WOULD LEAVE SUCH A PERSON
My loneliness is drawn deeply from a well
bottomlessly plunged into singledom.
Staring into the well's abyss
I discern my beloved future husband
is not in this one
Y'all da struggle of single living is Real! it's a hot mess out here!
Words of wisdom
Wow!
Words of woman
Wow wow!
Words of wife
Wow wow wow...!
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