#address
If Love, had a permanent Address.
She would be residing, in My Heart.
We would wait, for each Evening.
So Our Midnight Romance, could Start.
But now, I'm an unknown Address.
Moving from, Place to Place.
Waiting.......for a Pretty Woman.
To hold My Hands, with Grace.
Until then, I keep Tossing and Turning.
On this lonely, bed of Mine.
Waiting for an Angel,
to lay Her Hands on Mine.
Some Nights, when U get Lonely.
Your Heart, will break like Mine.
U will long, for the Morning Light.
But the Sun won't, Rise and Shine.
.
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
Remember me
when you drink the water here
and find yourself
all drained of colour
The sand flits out from under your feet
you’re running out of time
and the energy to run
Then you shall know who I am
and that here
I have no address
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
each of my poems is a commencent address,
depending on the day, the time or place,
either an ending or a beginning
a moment unique, we mark a changing,
by tossing/losing a hat we’ll never wear again,
or picking up a shovel to bury a parent
in earth and casket we cannot share
an operating room, shiny clean, with mercurial microbes
awaiting a new arriving inhabitant, to defend and attack,
or bidding farewell to a elder child born blood-deformed,
whose wingspan shortened by virtue of our own gene-rosity
commence the commencement.
take the iron from the grotesque irony,
the steel from the stealing away seconds,
the hum from the humble mumbling, a disbelieving refusal,
the tears from the skin-rent tearing just
beginning a speech for the occasion and
ending with a prayer standing, by a gravestone
when you awake today, prepare a commencement
or a commence-not address
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
People saying
my girlfriend's
address ?
Before asking
to sky, sea,
or
the engineers of
a newly constructed
sea-links.
People are
saying my
girlfriends address.
Some saying -She is in
U.S.
Some saying-
She is married
to another
reputed person.
Some saying-
She is working
with her
previous job.
People are
saying my
old girlfriend's
address ?
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 3:23 AM UTC
Someone please take me to Dreamland.
Put me on the fastest flight,
'Cause while you slept and slumbered sweetly,
I was wide awake all night.
So if you know the way to Dreamland,
Put the address in my brain,
So I can journey on to find it,
Somewhere where my world is sane.
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
I will give you a list houses
that once used to be my home
and addresses that are the only memory
that has not been blurred
or manipulated by my mind.
If you ever want to find me,
go there.
You will see the line of trees that
framed my sunrise
and almost dry riversbeds of
round white stones, where
I slipped once (or more).
You will see the duststorms,
and the heavy rains
I stood in.
You will see the the intersections,
I could never quite cross.
But all this you see,
is not me.
If you want to find the ‘me’,
‘me’ that I do not know of,
that I cannot give you,
go there.
And look for windows I sat by.
Look for the cold floor I lied on.
Sit there and think of a girl
who never felt quite like a person,
who could look at what lay ahead
and know
that neither the path, nor the journey was hers.
Who only wanted a room flooded with
gentle light of drowning sun,
and songs that could make her sadness beautiful.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 4:13 AM UTC
an incident took place
just yesterday
one met a troll
at the site's hostile bay
its verbalization was not
of pleasant greeting
some rather pointed
things said at the meeting
firstly it conveyed
the B---- term
on hearing that term
one did squirm
thence it proceeded
to tell one
in no uncertain terms
one should be turned
out to pasture
midst all the slugs
and worms
well its form of address
did of one not overly impress
and may one place on the record
one felt that one's
hot button got a press
trolling maybe amusing
for a troll
yet one didn't delight in its
unnecessary patrol
the trenchant troll
needs a fulltime occupation
which is more useful
to the writing population
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 5:36 AM UTC
अब ख़त के ज़वाब नहीँ आते,
पता नहीं क्या बदला है?
पता या लोग?
Now letters are not responded,
Don't know what changed?
Address or addressee?
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 9:14 AM UTC
ख़त के ज़वाब नहीँ आते,
पता नहीं अब क्या बदल गया है?
उनका पता या वो लोग?
letters are not being responded,
I Don't know what is changed now?
Their Address or addressee themselves?
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 9:14 AM UTC
Her construction of mime
lest she tether me elementary
whence she visit then
a darling of mine where
she quickly abide my character
tonight does this key intervene
with the savory wind again.
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
eight inbox emails were
received by me on Saturday
with a link direction
how to access a poet's http-bay
these sorts of messages
are very similar to spam
I can't remember asking
for this butting in ram
as soon as I see the
red ink dot com address
that's my cue not to
peruse the sender's press
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
Recording My Feelings For You In A Poem
Although I met you only once, you probably don't even remember my name
although we didn't talk for very long, you really did impress me all the same
unable to stop thinking of you, a rose in your hair, or the color of your dress
I've fallen for you, your picture is now framed in my mind, your new address
It's not only your appearance, although your beauty is quite stunning
wondering if due to this fact, I too have let my hope of love running
fear stops me from approaching you, since I could not live with defeat
the thought of being rejected by you, and being left with no retreat
Uncontrollably drawn to your presence, a grace I cannot explain
seeking a way to see you again, because otherwise I will go insane
my heart tears at my mind, when a prize possession is about to go lost
love that could have been, had I made my move when our paths crossed
Even if only having met you once, that was enough for me to know
my love is paining my soul, and on my face it is beginning to show
so now I have made my decision, whether for better or for worse
recording my feelings for you in a poem, to be read verse by verse
You're on my mind both day and night, I just can't get you out of my sight
when I walk outside I think of you, to be near you is like a glowing light
since having met you that one day, now compelled with this truth to face
knowing then what I know now, together with you is my only true place
Slipping this poem under your door, for your response I do patiently await
asking for your honesty, by letting your true feelings share with me my fate
if you feel the same way, then don't let time steal the way, let love not abate
withhold not your feelings from a heart of love, this night is not yet that late
The world turns bright when the mind is filled with happiness from the heart
my love awaits your closeness, a tender love burning bright from the very start
the sweet fragrance of the rose, and the chance to chase love while still young
soft whispers of love to never depart, my song to you alone, forever to be sung
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
I am a man
My full name is A Humble Man of Allah
I am in want of permanent home address
I was innocent
I want to remain innocent
O’ Almighty Allah!
Be with me
If You can……..
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
I'm not normal.
I find new words to say, most are made up
Or I borrow a word or two from a different language
Dash it all, forbearance, absotively (combo of absolutely and positively) or posilutely
I laugh in public, out loud, of things I say in my mind
Sometimes I talk to myself
I daydream--a world that I would fit in
For now I have made my own,
And maybe one day He will have the courage to pass by
and ask for my address
"Where do you live? "
And I can say
Myself
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 7:30 AM UTC
the ocean between you and me can sometimes feel like a
gleaming apollo. it just doesn't seem real though, the
jellyfish are murderers. here, look through my
kaleidoscope. it feels like
a lesser coming home, if you know what i mean. but
when will you come home? hopefully by the next time i see
a snow flake in her hand. because i promise that
i will break you. and i'll take you. to the
caverns, where in the dark a
dance pianist plays. and on this trip i'll be
leaving the last behind. sit tight, youre not
leaving my waiting room, like in a
silent picture, where in it,
days all seem the same.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC