#kohl - Hello Poetry

Lipstick, kohl, lace-her careful art. Not adornments; they pierce the heart. Velvet sharp, her glow commands. No man tames what fire demands. She rises; storms beneath her skin, Burning worlds, rebuilding within. In her tempest, love must kneel, His surrender learns how flames feel.

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Sep 11, 2025

Sep 11, 2025 at 3:02 AM UTC

Marwan-Baytie

Weapons of Sweetness

Lipstick, kohl, lace-her careful art. Not adornments; they pierce the heart. Velvet sharp, her glow commands. No man tames what fire demands. She rises; storms beneath her skin, Burning worlds, rebuilding within. In her tempest, love must kneel, His surrender learns how flames feel.

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A drop of beauty spot a black mole or a cool shady sketch on the golden brow of a sunny day. The evening is always welcome at the end. The night from off site pops on her way however pitch dark weaving even more black across that kohl-pollen embroidery a sky full of stars will keep an open eye!

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Aug 11, 2022

Aug 11, 2022 at 10:50 AM UTC

shofi-ahmed

An Open Eye

A drop of beauty spot a black mole or a cool shady sketch on the golden brow of a sunny day. The evening is always welcome at the end. The night from off site pops on her way however pitch dark weaving even more black across that kohl-pollen embroidery a sky full of stars will keep an open eye!

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Kohl black night forehead is so full. Countless myriad stars eye on every angle. Who knows how many more look for one more black nook?

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Jan 3, 2022

Jan 3, 2022 at 10:18 PM UTC

shofi-ahmed

Fortunate Black Night

Kohl black night forehead is so full. Countless myriad stars eye on every angle. Who knows how many more look for one more black nook?

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أحبك.. اعشقك... انت تمر عبر عروقي مثل الماء يمر عبر الدفق انت منحت حياتي ... ...التعريف مثل الكحل يعرف عيني I love you.. Adore you... You run through my veins Like ... The water runs through stream You give my life... ...the definition Like the kohl defines my eyes

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Aug 3, 2019

Aug 3, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC

humaira-fatima

You Define My Life

أحبك.. اعشقك... انت تمر عبر عروقي مثل الماء يمر عبر الدفق انت منحت حياتي ... ...التعريف مثل الكحل يعرف عيني I love you.. Adore you... You run through my veins Like ... The water runs through stream You give my life... ...the definition Like the kohl defines my eyes

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I open my eyes, Flip the pages, Stop by the one with the coffee stain, There's a killing pain. I close my eyes, and read the verses of the poetry, Word by word, Crystal clear There's your memory It's haunting me. I open my eyes, The page remains, There lay the letters smudged By not just the coffee stains, But dried blood from my veins.

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Oct 7, 2018

Oct 7, 2018 at 2:21 AM UTC

beingtanaya

Painted the Page in Colors

I open my eyes, Flip the pages, Stop by the one with the coffee stain, There's a killing pain. I close my eyes, and read the verses of the poetry, Word by word, Crystal clear There's your memory It's haunting me. I open my eyes, The page remains, There lay the letters smudged By not just the coffee stains, But dried blood from my veins.

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Can daybreak ever bring darkness home? The dried kohl is witness: *Aeons old, such a story has been left behind, unsaid, unsaid;* Does spring ever bring notice of the coming fall? *Oh the rains sometimes bring rumblings of miffed skies - Shoots that drop off stalks, have not all fallen for nothing,* Was the little window of dreams illusory? Laying my head down, stealing my sleep? Aeons old, is such a story that has been left behind, unsaid, unsaid;

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Aug 27, 2018

Aug 27, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC

prabhu-iyer

Ankahee | Indian Film Music Project

Can daybreak ever bring darkness home? The dried kohl is witness: *Aeons old, such a story has been left behind, unsaid, unsaid;* Does spring ever bring notice of the coming fall? *Oh the rains sometimes bring rumblings of miffed skies - Shoots that drop off stalks, have not all fallen for nothing,* Was the little window of dreams illusory? Laying my head down, stealing my sleep? Aeons old, is such a story that has been left behind, unsaid, unsaid;

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From the kohl filled sensuous eyes passion, drooled over your luscious lips exploding quivering desires. And your tongue devoured the nectar permeating each pore of my body sending ripples of primordial echo through our entwined pulsating fiery shells. I keep licking my lips rekindling your taste. The amrut lingers. Those two kisses sealed my life from 'yours' to 'yours only'.

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Apr 5, 2018

Apr 5, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC

Mani

Two kisses

From the kohl filled sensuous eyes passion, drooled over your luscious lips exploding quivering desires. And your tongue devoured the nectar permeating each pore of my body sending ripples of primordial echo through our entwined pulsating fiery shells. I keep licking my lips rekindling your taste. The amrut lingers. Those two kisses sealed my life from 'yours' to 'yours only'.

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My dust covered Kohl once said that, "he love your eyes when I am in them.. He left and you cried.. cried and cried.. and then stopped using me.. Did you ever feel how your eyes look without me? How I feel kept for months on your table without any use? So my dear let me adore your eyes once again and go and see the world once again

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Jan 7, 2018

Jan 7, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC

YUKTI

Kohl

My dust covered Kohl once said that, "he love your eyes when I am in them.. He left and you cried.. cried and cried.. and then stopped using me.. Did you ever feel how your eyes look without me? How I feel kept for months on your table without any use? So my dear let me adore your eyes once again and go and see the world once again

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Night has enveloped, to give me some relief, Now invisible are walls of separation, and thy grief. Where blood quenches the thirst, Disloyalty is faith last and first, Is the religion my beloved belongs to. I beckoned, red and black robed lady with a wand. Let me take her by the hand. Heard of her about sorcery. Her powers useless, and witch now about to succumb, From just a gaze of eyes filled with Kohl of Leila. My nights worthless, body breathless, Every moment, feeling restless. Be silent and hear, hear me, my cries, Don't forget the promise you swore, I have lost my childhood over you. Don't know, how these years left me alone, Sufferings, separation, theft me alone. I never knew how pain excrutiates. Sometimes, I enlivened you my dear, Love is a blessing, and not a fear. In a melancholy cloudy day, I mourn. Glistening eyes, weeping sky, and heart torn. I gaze from a window in Kashmir, For a moment, condoling the tragedy, sighing. In sombre time, lifeless, as if dying.

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Nov 9, 2017

Nov 9, 2017 at 7:32 AM UTC

Mirza

Kohl

Night has enveloped, to give me some relief, Now invisible are walls of separation, and thy grief. Where blood quenches the thirst, Disloyalty is faith last and first, Is the religion my beloved belongs to. I beckoned, red and black robed lady with a wand. Let me take her by the hand. Heard of her about sorcery. Her powers useless, and witch now about to succumb, From just a gaze of eyes filled with Kohl of Leila. My nights worthless, body breathless, Every moment, feeling restless. Be silent and hear, hear me, my cries, Don't forget the promise you swore, I have lost my childhood over you. Don't know, how these years left me alone, Sufferings, separation, theft me alone. I never knew how pain excrutiates. Sometimes, I enlivened you my dear, Love is a blessing, and not a fear. In a melancholy cloudy day, I mourn. Glistening eyes, weeping sky, and heart torn. I gaze from a window in Kashmir, For a moment, condoling the tragedy, sighing. In sombre time, lifeless, as if dying.

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There is a dream Most beautiful of all. To touch it once for all longing night burns down reduces into kohl. Everyday scurries to this swarthy twilight black hole.

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Sep 13, 2017

Sep 13, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC

shofi-ahmed

Dream

There is a dream Most beautiful of all. To touch it once for all longing night burns down reduces into kohl. Everyday scurries to this swarthy twilight black hole.

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At night, the grey clouds of her dark memories cover her sky. As it gets darker, rain starts to fall on her face washing her kohled eyes, staining an already leaden pillow.

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May 19, 2015

May 19, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC

SSha

Leaden Pillow

At night, the grey clouds of her dark memories cover her sky. As it gets darker, rain starts to fall on her face washing her kohled eyes, staining an already leaden pillow.

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