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 May 2018 Triste
Eleanor Rigby
You are Tequila shots
In perfect desperado
Your days heavy and long

Your nights, sudden aislado.

I am wine glasses
In bittersweet nocturno
My days short

My nights, eternal inferno.

We always swallowed those notes
Like fire down our throats.


-- Eleanor
 May 2018 Triste
LonerInTheCrowd
Dear ex,

Sometimes when the sky is blue
I would be reminded of you
all the 'I love yous'
and the 'i miss yous'
that we shared
as we stare into each other's eyes
with a smile danggling on our lips.

and when the rain pour
I'll be reminded of the day
when you showed up in front of my door
drenched by the rain
eyes mirroring the pain
and never did you hesitate
to part your lips and say
let's break up


Now,

what used to be us
has now become you and me
what used to be we
has now become you and him
what used to be a team
has now become nothing more than a dream
we are nothing more than strangers
stealing glances at each other
 May 2018 Triste
Krishnapriya
We make up our stories
Our logic and rationalizations
For what happened
That shouldn't have
And
For what didn't happen
That should have

We say
God is benevelont
The universe is your friend
Don't worry
All is well and always has been

Yes, these are good stories
And maybe they are true

But what can i tell my tears?
The arise from a deep well
within
my heart
The well of tears

They cry as they wait
For the moment and day
When this friendly universe
Makes up its own mind
To bless my clouded eyes
with the vision
of Thine Feet

Blue Feet, Bamboo flute
My life, my love
My refuge eternal
 May 2018 Triste
Salmabanu Hatim
You be my poet,
And I your poem.
Let the lyrics of our love swim
in your head,
Drift them to the sea of your soul,
And then,pen your feelings for me,
On a perfumed  page.
Script each stanza in melodic verses,
Metaphor me,
Personify me,
Alliterate me,
Till I am submerged in your thoughts and emotions,
Only I,
I your true love.
 May 2018 Triste
Sanjali
Silly Poet
 May 2018 Triste
Sanjali
“Silly Poet,
What do you write?
What are you thinking
On this deep dark night?”

I’m writing a song
For my sweet love
who broke my heart
and left it burnt.

I’m thinking about
A sky grey
With ashes falling
Instead of rain.

“Oh, Silly Poet,
Let it be.
You can’t fix yourself
With a rhyme or three.”

The silly Poet laughs
And continues living all the lives
That were created
Through the silly poet’s rhymes.
Never forget the battle
That was once your glory and light~
 May 2018 Triste
Kristina Carmela
It seems as if poets
Have felt the most pain
But to be in euphoria
Is a celebrated gain
For when every time
A write is admired
A smile on a face
Defeats the sadness they hide

It seems as if poets
Have eaten pages of books
A dozen of dictionaries
And novels on nooks
I cannot explain this
But I believe so
That those words we have written
From where we don't know

It seems as if poets
Have hearts that beat rhyme
For it seems just too natural
To call it divine
For every scenario
A piece is inspired
Half a moment later
Pure greatness transpired
 May 2018 Triste
Alexis
I prefer you
 May 2018 Triste
Alexis
And if all the colors came together
To form the purest rainbow
I think I would still prefer your eyes like the pacific
And if the stars came down and danced before my eyes
I think I would still prefer to count the freckles that litter your body like the night sky
Darling
You could hand me all the time in the world
A clock with infinite hours
And it still would never be enough time at your side
 May 2018 Triste
yachev
Sparkling eyes watching over
As I live a dreadful dream
An eased and gentle face watching over
such as a flower that none has seen
Glorious thunder falling over
as my mind devoured by an awful scream
Lustful eyes sinking over
as I ache for places that I've never been
sweet temptation luring over
So I drink with ease and just
give in.
 May 2018 Triste
Little Wyoming
I’ve eaten the apple and here I lie
Take me away into the night sky
Awake me from my deepened sleep
For Neverland we shall keep
Come climb my tower and set me free
No more a maiden do I wish to be
I’ve pricked my finger for just one kiss
Come slay the dragon without a miss
My hair flows long within the night
Place the slipper to fit just right
Down the isle I will walk
Our Love is beyond the clock
The guest will greet with cups in hand
I’ve seen the beast and love the man
The curse is lifted and here I speak
No more do my legs feel weak
We’ll ride the carpet beyond the breeze
To live our life above the seas
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