#similarities
How deep is your need
Where do you pursue knowledge lest you be wordless
And are you nurturing,
Competing in brevity
Abruptly refreshing your understanding
Of the plights of your opposites
Do you confess
Owning next to nothing
The temperament of their literature my refuse your eyes
Counseling your heart different
And such is life
Not all are burdened by strife
Yet we springs overflow
Bit rowing morose boats ashore
Having loved to live vicariously
Hunting sacred smiles of varying proportions
Making due with needs
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC
I am both
The best
And
The worst parts
Of you
I am you
And
You are me
There is no me
Without you
And
No you
Without me
We are one
And
the same.
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 4:47 PM UTC
I'm my mother's blood and bone
Features on my face are shown
Identical birthing hips
More alike the more I have grown
And same bit of mischief is harbored in my eyes
In a slightly browner shade to focalize
Motionless in front of reflection transfixed
Cannot help but overanalyze
But on a binge of self-pitying despair
How can I mosey forward with only memories there?
Similarities between are reminders everywhere I turn
Her soul absent and I am all too aware
It comes and goes in undulations of pain
Lost in labyrinth lurking in my brain
Crippled by spilled love that will never return
Only empty echoes within broken heart remain
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC
There are stark similarities
To the amount of color
In both
And I say both Christmas and
Pride
As the have thr same colors
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Indigo
Pink
Alas one is in the day
The other lights up the night
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 6:07 PM UTC
I woke up at angles with you
---a parallelogram, opposite but equal,
my thoughts in constant rotating view
---a diagram, showing us where
our homes are laid to rest,
where streets became dead spiders
caught in their own webs.
If we are in transit via tunnel,
aqueduct, or escalator,
it might be cinema.
If we lose atlas in the worship of light,
it might be cinema.
But I can't find you here;
here, where they used to build ships
from sand and steam
and science fiction;
where they used to design
buildings so as to create
a dissonant and mournful
whistling sound when wind
blew through them
---ostentatious things;
dead people’s things.
Through walls and underneath concrete, dug so deeply
into the wide plains
and withered, gnarled tree roots
of an agonizer's conurbation,
is a space halfway to the zenith,
charting the prescribed power
of in-betweenness.
Never again will we draw meaning from
our proximity to one another.
Dec 24, 2023
Dec 24, 2023 at 2:13 PM UTC
the time that you told me to die
was painful that I didn't even try
slapping you
I don't know if you lied
but all I knew was it was possible
that you wished I did
I tried to make it up to you;
avoiding hurting you
with the fist,
and temper of mine
I just wished you noticed that I tried;
Yes, I've grown distant,
trying to find one's self;
I was occupied, sad, and alone.
Too busy to find friends,
that won't discard me when I needed someone
I guess that I pushed you away
so that you won't be like me.
An envious, gullible fool
but
as I did,
the more you become
a little more
like me.
We're the opposite of each other
but undeniably similar.
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 5:36 AM UTC
In greenness of your shinning eyes
I saw my old and present self.
There were some things you had described
That I could understand quite well
I had some moments of a-ha,
But from my face you couldn't tell.
A lot in common we have got,
Which honestly felt great.
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 7:50 PM UTC
He trails.
He turns.
He falls behind.
But always discerns.
Fortunately our tastes for this
sort of life coincide,
except in the matter of sunrise,
which he likes to see up and dressed,
and I from my bed.
Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 8:57 AM UTC
you see me differently
i see you differently
they see us both the same
what a mistake they made
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 8:32 AM UTC
In streams of verse and congealed words or metaphors' twists and turns,
a poet paints upon minds canvas a view of where visions do etch souls with their burns.
Unique the transcribed observation to reveal the newborn vistas as witnessed there,
Perhaps to light the great mysteries of love and hope or uncover veiled shadows of death and despair.
With each new vision transcribed and the telling of what that mind has known,
Comes the realization by the transfixed readers that they truly are not so alone.
Shared idea, thought, hope and dream to which we can see and draw some link,
where poet reminds we are all but human and not as different as we so often think.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 11:16 AM UTC
Pain is like a novel
One that you can't go on reading any longer
The torments, the burden of the story, the shattering of dreams...
Seems like a mirror reflecting the darkest corner of your heart
So you shut the novel down and without a bookmark hide it beneath a hundred good books
But every once in a while you feel the urge to open it
To touch the scars of its pages, to reminish the tragedies of every chapter...
And yet it only remains in your mind!
I often wonder if such books of people were gathered...
Don't you think it would have been enough to fill a library?
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 4:04 AM UTC
चामल र बालुवा मिसाए
चामल थान्छ, बालुवा खराब
बालुवा मान्छ, चामल खराब
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 10:49 AM UTC
Always,
You choose tea,
and,
I go for coffee.
We accept our choices,
then we sit together.
we share similarities,
no other has.
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 8:34 AM UTC
#*Liquid lies
Silvery white Mercury
Insulated potent
Exposed, slow poison*#
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 7:50 AM UTC
Same place
Different faces
Same path
Different paces
Same promises
Different lips
Same heart
Different lovers
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
We both have this need for attention - to be loved
Being alone absolutely terrifies us
Yet we're content being alone together
He understands rules and knows how he should behave and so do I
However, we both falter at times - we can be a bit too much for some
I have sat and wondered endlessly about these things trying to figure out how we could be nearly the same
With the answer in front of me the entire time
Our pasts have shaped us
Both of us were left behind by the people we loved the most
We trusted them and they tossed us aside
The trauma of being thrown away and withered down made us who we are
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 4:52 AM UTC
तिम्रो बिचार पढेको भए
म ज्ञानी हुन्थिए होला
बुझेको भए
झन् ज्ञानी हुन्थिए होला
मेरो चकचक
तिमीले बुझेनौ
तिम्रो ज्ञान मैले बुझिन
धन्यवाद ।
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC
Some people like my poetry
And
when I realize that
it's like a little
shock
to my system
...
Because,
it's literally my thoughts
Slightly filtered?
Yes
Extra line breaks
to gain the
impression
I require?
Yes
But, it's still basically
my thoughts
And people seem to
actually find
it
i n t e r e s t i n g
...
Although,
this is surely
the case with
many poets
If
not all
..
I'm sure,
plenty
of the ones I read
...
It's really
amazing
How we are able
to appreciate
each other's
thoughts
despite
Similarities
...
and
differences
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
United states
You and I are not so different,
But still we are worlds apart.
You and I are living with each other beneath the same stars.
You and I are different people, living ordinary lives.
You and I live under similar banners;
They tell me mine is a union,
You tell me yours are the stars and stripes.
But what each of us has inside, is the will to change;
The will to try.
What we have together is everything;
The only thing we always need, is more time.
Life is a fleeting illusion of a perfect dream,
Inside a story book fantasy; we each have our own Queens.
Books written for children and adults; the rich and the poor.
We are all capable of many things together, you and I.
We have many common denominators and we all want more.
New York to London and back again;
We are only separated by the sea and the sky.
We are not so different you and I;
They tell me of a union; you tell me of stars and stripes.
So let me read you a poem on this cold dark night,
That will tell us that you and I are not so different.
We are united by television.
Songs and the internet connects us
And we each have stars in our eyes.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
I find similarities,
between society and cigarettes;
filtered and poisonous,
deadly, but yet so hard to quit and leave,
addictive.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC