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The witty mother cat galloped everywhere
Everywhere and Anywhere
Just to feed her kittens' hungry tummies
For yummy food they dream, at times!

One day, the witty mother broke the gate
To a luxurious well-provided estate
Yet she could only grab a Cake,
But a full cake, mouth-watering Choco-Cake!

She hopped and jumped and rolled
Just to protect it from the Afghan Hound
And reached it for her two tiny kittens
In despair, she badly wanted it too!

So she prounounced to her kittens:
"I will cut the cake into two exact halves"
And so she cut, as carefully she can!
Awfully, one became larger and one smaller!!

Then the witty mother cat got this idea:
"Why not eat a little of the larger piece?
So, both pieces will be equal in size?"
And there went the mother cat...

Eating a little of the larger piece
She tasted the Choco-Cake in a race
Again, one went larger and another smaller!!
The witty mother cat silenty became happy...

"Why not eat a little of the larger piece?
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And there went the mother cat...
Giving a taste to the choco-Cake again!

And it went on this way:
Of one being smaller and the other larger,
And the witty mother cat kept eating
The Cake-piece by piece!

Atlast the cake became smaller and smaller
Yet the kittens' didn't get any!
The witty mother kept eating many
And the cake never got cut equally!
With the witty mother finishing it fully!!
Care not for the glass
For it is the cut that hurts
Mind the trap
So your fingers won't bleed

Look forward, not to your sides
Stay focus on the good,
Touch not someone else's heart
Just touch your lady's moons

Mind the gap of spring
Where lays ahead
The trap of summer
Disguised as autumn leaves

Reconcile your heart and mind
Reckon your pace
Find equilibrium in kind
Not someone else's face

Atlast it is rewarded
A smart heart and kind mind
Atlast it is best
Not to search, not to find.
To Cath
Henry Brooke Apr 2015
Fresh cut grass ,
the smeel is cast
that hidden stone is
clear and white atlast

It's grain is smooth
from rain and soot
Live again you ancient bed
of that passed river
which was ounce said
to hold
the earth
to balance

Uncountable names
stories forever muffled to die
in vain
A people so wide,
the crowd so many    
someone like you
probably lies here too.

Layers of Time
that all mix up
to a bundle of nothing
A piece of cloth, a needle and a bone
inbetween messengers
from dead things
to home

They went down the ground
like worms, mice and
burnt wood
Yet the grass dosen't carry their burden
for it's there you went and stood
upon their past
Not even sheding a tear
not even trying to hear

And some still hope life never ends
that you never go to sleep
Salvation
the ultimate cup of coffee
fresh enough
to grind your way through eternity
buying you
a good class ticket
to the Postcard Scenery of  
Lambs and Serenity

Fresh cut grass ,
the smeel is cast
that hidden stone is
clear and white atlast
Clouds approach:
I must resort
Farewell you lands
of Tears and Hope
I love Archaeology
Alpha Wolf Mar 2014
My prayers have been answered and they will be my resurection. my mind has finally cleared and ive found a slow spot to just put curise control on. im finally at ease and want to stay there forever cause its relaxing. ive finally found my destination and although i am far away from getting where im going im atleast on the right path to where i see my future.
Karan Mar 2018
As a child, I walked on the swollen grass
Surfing my hand through whispering flowers
I fixed my dream to catch the rising sun
Afloat like a kite behind the mountain

My feet glide fast on the broken path
I pulse and I pulse and the day is hot
Yet my eyes shine with sparkling dreams
To get to the sun; To know what it means

Alas there's a time, when my feet lose the dark
My dream now stares straight down at me atlast
But when the day confines & evening comes
Sun sits on flowers, myself on mountains

Oh sweet Dreamcatcher, you were honey-trapped
Is such the worldly nature of things? I ask
Once and once I wanted to touch the sun
She said the night shall pass & the day shall come
I, means the reader who is the Dreamcatcher of his/her daily life sets a dream and spends each day trying to get it.
Sayuri143 Oct 2011
Your love,
Is sharper than the edge of the crescent moon
that was struck in my heart and i futilely mourn.
Glimpse of angelic dagger was your lies,
and you burried it deep within my eyes,
     and now im blind.

Your love,
Is hypnotizing like the beauty of the moon above,
In the vague sight of my blindness you're a white dove.
Pain chastised me! tears drowned me! but i still love you,
For you're my heavenly poison that i can't resist through,
     and now im weak.

I as your moon wanders beyond lim'tation
just to flicker my lil light even at your reflection.
Go run away from me as far as you desire, leave!
But when you're in need, it'll took only 1 glance above to give,
     and you'll see me waiting for you.

Far above the grey sky i silently watch o'er you,
Tears frozed, blood drowned my crippled heart as i stare at you
With your new found happiness that's far brighter than me,
You have your sun now, so ill just force a painful glee,
    and you'll see tears in me as i smile for you.

Far above the blue sky you look up and found me no more,
But you never care and thought I'm atlast gone for sure.
Your sun just blaze to its peak & covered me from your sight,
Now my love you're so blinded with her spurious light,
    and you never see that i still light for you.

Far above the black sky and now that your world's down,
Now when your life's darker than the darkest night's lawn,
I'm your moon, gladly being a moon rather than your sun,
to give you light in your tragic night when your fake sun sets down,
     and you'll see that I'd never will ever leave you.
LoneBottle May 2016
We have two castes, the rich and the poor,
The rich focus on increasing their assets.
The poor focus on repaying their debts.
But,
The rich becomes richer,
The poor becomes poorer,
Atlast,
The rich fly and the poor die.
And we call it 'Incredible' INDIA.
I don't know how to lift this society alone, I guess I need super powers to convert this rich poor nation into a brotherhood nation.
Jay Jimenez Jan 2013
Me
today I realized that I'm perfect with who I'am
atlast in my life I know who I'am
What things im good at and what I need to work on
IM NOT PERFECT
infact im fragile and weak
I'm scared of knowing so much about myself
It's the truth
I KNOW who I can become
either good or bad
I know what the future holds
for my good decisions or my bad
If only today myself could talk to the young boy who struggled so long
trying to be someone he was not.
I'd tell that boy to not follow the crowd that he thought was so cool
That to listen to your mother
to stay away from the drugs
even if the other kids called him a loser for not playing along
The really unique kids are the ones who dont follow the normal teenage rebellion
the real rebels are the ones who study hard
hang out alone
and even wish they could go out and get hammered drunk and puke everywhere
or sleep with a random girl not for love but just for ***.
But they dont
I want to tell my rebel self to be a true rebel like those kids
the kids who later on in life
will have money to go out and enjoy the things I enjoyed as a rebel teenager
to be able to hang out with there grown up friends and to fun doing grown up things.
Instead I'm a 24 year old sandwhich artist
the teachers always said keep partying you'll look back and regret these days
I told them they'll regret saying that when I make it big
years of writing
years of sitting up late with a bottle of ***** and a lit cigarette
like my life a long ash forms off the cherry as it burns waiting for the whieght of itself to break off.
I KNOW who I'am
I'm a voice for this plugged in generation
I'm the sticky **** on the bottom of your shoe
I'm the viper in a room full of gardner snakes
I'm the demon with a halo
a hybrid of a soul
hell hound instincts
but a butterflys swagger
soft but hard
sweet but sour
I'm the reason for a middle
im the reason why things stay balanced
for not for people like me
the Balanced
the Beaten
the hardened and the Understanding
the Counter Attack
the person who has seen the roughest parts in life
has been down to pennys to his name
Im here to tell you dont give up
because even during the rain the sun can shine
those days amaze me
when its pouring but sunny
Does it make since no
but do we watch in amazement when it happens
yes
That my friends is me
thats who I'am
Niveda Nahta Dec 2012
I cried for you,
Yes i cried for you,
When you left me at the staircase,
Below the sky, blue,
when you left me down with torn tears,
With a torn dress and torn shoes..

Oh, I cried for you,
yes I cried for you,
when I remembered what you said last night,
How you left me unmoved,
how you threw my things around,
How you broke my glasses,
When you heard me saying,
When you got me nauseauous..

I cried for you,
Yes, I did cry for you,
seeing you leaving my doorstep,
Seeing you standing outside my window,
I cried I cried till I lost my breath,
Till you choked and choked me till death..
Finally I saw the pain in your eyes,
You too cried seeing me,
Watching me no longer smile,
I had my pills,
They no longer worked,
To bring me out of mayhem,
To make this work,
Atlast i remembered I told you,
Id die..

Fo r your love, for that time,
But then i saw its nothing,
what you felt,
For the love instead of me,
was already dead,

But then i no longer
I lay awake on top my bed,
My eyes dilated and bloodshot red,
But Yet i still wanted more,
Until my mom barged through the door.

I think of all the consequences ahead
As i shove my stuff beneath the bed
Only to realize that i've been caught
I stared a moment and then i thought

Of all the times that she said not
To do the things i knew was wrong
Yet i knew it was late i done it too long

I look my mother in the eyes
As she was staring at me with surprise
Atlast i knew i'd pay the price
For all i've done was never wise
Matt Jursin Dec 2009
On the beach with a bottle when the sun turns to wine...
Together on a towel holding the 'one' soul devine...
A thought from the past, a memory at last...
Would I do it again? Yes. But not so fast...

Memories.
Every cloud is not a storm.
Live in the Present.
Nothing is impossible.
All great quotes, but none really ease the pain of the past.
Wonder, Regret...sometimes feels like death atlast.
My task incomplete, wandering lost in the street-of sadness=(
The Baddest.
But most of all, I trip and fall...
When I remember that you gave up.
Gave in.
Gave out.
Gave away...
Something often searched for and barely ever found.
I'm bound...
To the words I spoke and the buttons I poked, trying to sting my way out of this impossible history of thoughts...

It's still a mystery.
It never stops.
The misery...
Of not knowing.
Not loving.
Not growing.
My mind is overflowing with many things...
Many dreams.
Yet i see...your torn seams yielded an evil being.

And in the end, i realize...
Everything i thought you were must have been pretend.
Some of my earlier work...
Ronit Jul 2019
The constellation that speaks it's name is the opening line of the zodiac
Endless search for a sacrificial Egyptian golden ram and the scent of gooseberries and lilac
Once the name is found
A prayer to Aries and tie it down in the hope of revelation on a pyre
At southern side a demon will writhe forever
No need for an open flame as the name is self destructive
Constantly setting itself on fire
Inhale, the dead language will choke the lungs like fever
Visions after visions will blur the reality with an eternal guilty desire
The lord of the flies will come and swim around like impalpable air
Recite and the sand will cage the rythm in the chest
On the ambivalance of life and death
One will see the crimson carpet
Of the carnival of flesh ........

Existence ..... such an unnecessary liability!
A paradigm of unimaginable perspective
But shift the paradigm one inch
All shall rattle and blend in such curious animosity
Embrace the forgotten skull
Of the once extinct sane race of neanderthal!
Gaze upon the clarity in silence
That we all hunted for eons
Part by part , bone by bone
Take off the clothing
Rip off the skin
Passionate love with all this dark (Atlast could it be!)
Such affection will leave a clandestine mark (a futile try, one cannot see!)
Come closer with the mark
All new and fresh
And at last one will be welcomed with open arms into the carnival of flesh ..........

Savor the meat
Of this putrid celestial beast
Oh! Why leave the bones?!
Bring forth the pearl white from the carcass
Feast some more
Send ripples across the threads
Enact a piece of spectacular exuberance
Dance little marionettes!
In our very own carnival of flesh .........
This ...... this maddening hymn forms the rhythm of absolute opulence
Participation is a must
Invitations are done
Don the mask and satisfy the masquerade
If not, how can one resist this intoxicating allure of mass psychosis?
Contemplate the ambiguity
Bring forth the searing guilt
Pour it all on the lone puppeteer
Satisfy the masqurade little puppets!
Burn with desire under such delicious insanity!
In our very own carnival of flesh ........

Knowing the love of art, despair snares the senses
Appear in most sedutive forms
Under a venomous pretense
Bodies grow accustomed to this all new lewd love charms
This grotesque spectacle leads the crowd far from the sight of God
Some die
some go insane
some breake with fatigue
And some enter a nameless wilderness
Deserted and broad ..........
Once all are tricked
The shadows will throw visions of festering wounds and filthy clothes
Into the bewildered eyes
The puppeteer will watch helplessly
The destruction's ****** reunite
No longer the dreams will stay in shapeless form
An empire of nightmares
The bed of fleur-de-lys becomes a tomb ......

Walk in silence
Oh! dear innocence
With blood as the surviving legacy
Walk soft, go slow
A tyrant's final solace in senility
Walk in the shadows
Up high and low
One is free from the allure
Now one can go
From the seat of eternity
A thousand weary eyes will watch this one soul go free from the timeless leash

One is fnally free

From the Cursed

Carnival Of Flesh ...........
Unknwn Dec 2014
When You and I collide*

maybe everything will match.
maybe everything will be eternal.
maybe  everything will start moving forward, atlast.
but
If only, we could collide.
shahzeb k Jan 2016
She calls on you
like the blisfull
mermaid
the is reconing doenst bother
who is where
she is but the start of an unformal affair
the wife of many and the truth
uncompared
she is but a mermaid
staring in the distance the long lost love
awakens a shinning bright spark
of another prey
she is the worst of all predators
you do not know my dear
what is the wrongess and the darkness of the matter
the vengeful is still at large
the bliss is atlast come to the poise of unconditional salvage
the attorney of the sage is but his past
the wise tell you to take retreat
in the shell of death
the sage tells you to step ahead
for the moses of times
is just blind by the rage of the matter
is a customary shatter
the bliss is real my friend you see
you are not involved in the pscychopath drama
they have crafted your nerves so well you become the cup the drama the morphine to your pains is but another tragedy a bigger one to ease the pains of the past lives
you are the serendipitous archive of the documented torture a mind can concieve or relive in the lonliness
the shutter of the blind called eyes may not blink but the urge to put inside a prickly object to bleed your self out
at least somthing should come out not a word not a sound but more and more profund silence a more psychlogical war fare
a more deadly hit
a more angered adversary
the more precise path
is that of forgiveness
your choices lead you here
you can choose a new destination
your sights must not fail
you are but an unanswered prayer
you are but an unanswered prayer...
my wounds are my words i hope to turn them to flowers  with practice i hope sure soon
Tori Jurdanus Apr 2012
To answer your question,
Yes.

It never left me.

It sits patiently at the sidelines on sunny days.
It doesn't fight formy attention.
It doesn't book off days in my calender.

It smiles when I smile.
It laughs when I laugh.
It knows that all It has to do
Is wait for the overcast.

A ceiling of clouds closing in on me.
Day after day, the raindrops won't come.
Each grey morning looks a little darker than the last.

Until, atlast:
The first tear hits the ground.

And It is there, immediately.
Offering escape.

At first, I'll refuse.
"Never again."
I meant what I said.
I will not break my promise.

But as the hours go by,
It becomes more obvious.
The rain does not want to let up.

And there It is,
Reminding me of Its offer of solution.
It promises that Its affections are just as strong as always.

I want to pull away,
But I can't deny the safeness that calls to me,
Awaiting beneath the umbrella.

The calmness I feel spreading from the burn where It grips my skin.

The storm passes,
Leaving nothing but a colourful mess to clean up.

I don't expect you to understand.
But then again,
I don't expect you to find out.

"Never again."
I'd meant what I said.

But it's so easy to think that It will never hurt you.
Not the way It hurts me when all I have is loneliness for company.

So, to answer your question,
Yes.

And if you ever bothered to check, you'd see.
It forever waits on my company.

It laughs when I laugh.
It cries when I cry.
But maybe It would give up and leave,
If you too never left my side.
kavisha shah Sep 2014
Do you ever wonder
Sitting in the lonely nights
Does your heart ponder
The outcome had we not surrendered to the fight?

To think we set two sails
Reaching out to a common destiny
No wonder we did fail
The thread interwining our lives was faulty

Our love wasn't strong enough
To brave the turbulent seas
It should have been tough
But withered away as the autumn leaves

And then we reached the parting place
Where the currents directed us in different ways
As much as we tried to hold on
Atlast we just drifted away
Jolene D'Souza Oct 2014
They asked me why I did it

For I am the one to blame

When the gunshot triggered

He was screaming out my name



I wish I could directly fold

This hand that I’ve been dealt

I wish that I could hold

and feel what I once felt



This round is not over

I won’t last till it’s done

I need me a four leaf clover

To win back what I once won



Is this punishment for disobedience

chastised for things gone wrong?

Save me from my personal Hades

For I’ve forgotten about being strong



I can’t resolves these issues

revolving in my head

don’t know what I’ll tell his missus

Her husband now is dead



“Why do such a horrible thing

You vile and heartless beast!

He was everything that I ever loved

How am I to live with him deceased?”



Blame it on the liquor

or on the vile medicine

What once held fervent favour

Is now wearing my soul thin



How am I to show her

the things he did to me

Should I let her know

his hidden hypocrisy?



Give me hope and reason

to keep on going forth

Don’t bar me with my treason

and expose me in my court





I know I must protect her

This weak woman in her youth

Her husband would have finished her

left her mad and mute





A twin soul we share

but this dark twisted side is mine

I know I love her dearly

but I saved her just in time



My mind is speaking a dead language

The dialect now unknown

My voice just echoes back

I am speaking it alone



I will not seek her forgiveness

nor will she spare me from eternal hate

It doesn’t matter to me

As long as it wasn’t too late



Guilt I know is mine

And verdict shall soon be passed

My last words on death row be

Take me home atlast



I glance into the eyes of his missus

and just in a flash, my twin soul I see

the woman staring back, horror struck,

that woman, his missus, is me.
Kody dibble Oct 2016
Someday, we will meet again
Like rocks of unchanging nature
We tiddle our barriers beneath,
Silent callings of exasperation
We find our fortune in streams of
Pink lattices drissled in every
Position of pondering

I write this to you
As if you are in my room
Staring blankly at a wall
Or unturned in your bunk bed
While I whistle away our creative bliss
Many will not read this fully,
Because of the vexation of length,
But many do not know you
Or the length of your days
How they were cut short by the change
Of ways,
I sadly recall that I left you barren
For a day for friends cold and brand
I love you my dearest ally
For us life never end
Maybe when Jesus ***** his
Horn of victory we can
Whisp our way to His garden
And steal the night away
Because in Heaven there is no night
Or so the owl does say,
The children are forging
Way beyond their time
Don't forget my friend
Love is not a crime
Until that glorious day
I bit you dear farewell
At all my greatest friend on earth
Atlast we'll sing again,
Breathe for me the air of Heavens great
Delight and bare with me this somber,
Lonely night
To Dalton Grove R.I.P
Sidra Amin Apr 2014
She walks on the turfs in the lonely night,
with all her sorrows her soul ignites,
the cold breeze tickles her face,
She sees their silhouette on moon's full phase,
Oh how enchanting it was, when he proposed,
His grin was something she'd die for,
But thy love is not as important,
as to him is his life,
She never had listened,
When her intuition cried,
The night is different she realized,
Unlike other days, this time had flied,
Hours pass, clouds reign over,
covers the sky, the thunder hollers,
She discerns something like a dewdrop on her face,
Unsure she is, maybe its the tears rolling down due to pain,
and then there are more drops, the sky pours rain,
the cold breeze, the raindrops, a perfect twain,
the thunder and wind is like a symphony,
it feels like mother nature is singing a lullaby,
She senses something when she sips the wine,
She could be seen dancing to the rhyme,
she sways to her silence, her madness,
to her pain and to her loneliness,
Atlast herself had she descry,
The only night that didn't make her cry.
marc rios Jan 2019
I know in fact this is never wrong
im not confused nor confounded
because i know in my very core
this is whats right
i cannot be wrong and i should not say its wrong
i need to fight this
to prove that its worthy of conflictions

You dare to beat without understanding,
for what lies beyond is'nt something reassuring
you dare to speak for you could negligent,
cause what may come after needs solving with intelligent
you tick for the forbidden
but yet you soar like it ain't burden

But i need to feel love for thats what we need
                                       We all need love but that aint the one kind
I want to be caressed by an angel
                                        You aint getting one lets cut it loose
Beautiful future to attend for me
                                         Attend my lessons you dont need attentions
Hope is faded for i am conquered
                                          Atlast! Atlast! fly free now like a bird
      
        
         From now on these sights will not be blinded by the light
                                         Cloud 9 has fallen
                                         Hope is fading
                      But maybe atleast judgment isn't rising?
Chris Ott Dec 2011
I woke up on the bus today.
for the first time in two months
I actually felt awake, alive, atlast.

So my little orange bottle plummets
from my third story window, into the
gutter, and out of my head.

I'll face my problems myself, thanks.
starting with this poem.
ending with this person.
Gregory Villone Nov 2010
the weight of the curtains is too great
these tired eyes must rest
they have seen too much
they have not yet seen enough
these eyes have been open many long hours
to finally shut and get some rest seems impossible
the lids barely remember each other
they fall
they fall
they fall
atlast peaceful sleep where i can dream
dream these wonderful things that will never come true
Adele Aug 2014
It's a journey of a leaf
that fell from a tree!

Plummetted restfully
lying on the ground
Atlast, it's free!

Whoosh! Going somewhere,
up an down, left and right
Adhered everywhere.

People step on it,
back and forth, south to north
It's been a dream
but a cruel world it seems
A nigthmare, so dim.

Wishing to come back home
but there's no turning back
Lost it's track.

A whirl of wind
took it where it belongs
It just have to be strong,
and a thought of
good things will come along.

-A

8/15/14
I don't know if it's good but I tried :)
JP Dec 2018
I first tasted her breat lips
Love and lovable sweetness
I moved a little lower
Where my mustache comb
her lower silky hair
I try to eat her *****
But my mouth slipped
and slipped
Then my lips wandered
all over her body
atlast the door opened
to invite me and accept
my special offerings...
For adults!
Niveda Nahta Oct 2013
Leave the pepsi,
Hold my hand,
feeling a bit tipsy,
Walk me through the sands.
Walk with me,
all night if you can,
Let's share a lifetime,
Moving fast.
But slow down,
We've got to handle with
Care atlast,
See the candles,
burning bright those Roman ones,
By the night sky up high.
Stars glittering,
Moons shining,
Don't know if I'm speaking right,
Haha but whatever it is,
Your love or the ***,
I'm feeling alright.
Yes you make me high,
Higher than any alcohol can,
No *** no wine
or a whiskey can,
Haha I really don't know
Where I'm at,
Where ever I am,
I know that,
I'm with you
Through the night,
Even a lifetime
If only I can,
I'd like to be drunk,
for the rest of my life,
And
I think I'll be alright
If I've got you by my side!
Face me  I am here
The time has come atlast
Face me I am here
For you will never  last

Everyday you made me cry
You made me loose my friend
Everyday you made me lie
Made me die a little at the end

Of all the powers you had
Control was the worst
Making me do your will
Was just a first

Everyday I regret
The actions of your will
Now the time has come
I won't sit still

For I have strength now
A passion
A dream
I will not let fear
Lord over me
midnight prague Nov 2010
tonight might make my heart beat so fast
Im a radical yes, and I might let go a little atlast
the circus down the street wakes me up every morning
the drops of dew fall off my shoulders from those precious white lilies
that you left on my front door with a note that whispered softly to me
you make me blush
I kiss my own hand and prepare it to write my soul on parchment
In a language thats almost invisable to eyes that reveal themeselves to quik for interest
sometimes my fingers are too strong and the paper is too thin
but the walls of the trees and the sand never fails
and the leaves on the ground are always smiling at me when I walk there to write about this
I feel the butterflies in every corner, everytime I look up with a daffodil pressed against my lips
I say no your beauty makes me blush
Ali Qureshi Feb 2017
And She left... Let's see what happens...
I wait for the moment.. when we reunite...
I may never want to face her... whatsoever...
Would She give me the honour to hear her voice..??
Would She let me gaze upon Her incomparable beauty...??
Cannot be found in anyone else...
Yes in her and nobody else....
I wait for the moment... Atlast!
When we can meet.....
But, yet, perhaps, Alas!
Parallel lines never meet...!!
This poem was written on 3rd April back in 2011, when I was 18.
It's posted as it is, no corrections or editing has been done, so please overlook any mistakes you find.
nevermind uhuh Feb 2014
I fell from those eyes
Those pain-stricken eyes
Those eyes which see
Filled with dreams to be free
And when I fell, with me came
The sorrow within, and all the blames
And like a fire's flame
Erupted anger, unable to tame
And I, atlast, was free from the game
The game of life, a one without aim.
poetrylover17 Mar 2014
when the day seems boring and long
when everything goes wrong
when bad stuff happen and i cant get along
when nothing goes right, n there's no hope of change.
when god knows i cant hold on any longer,he sends an angel.
when im soaking my pillow with tears at night.
the angel comes to make things right.
she comforts me n i hold her tight.
she stays with me until my burdens gone n i feel light.
she helps me into bed n bids me g'nyt.
atlast she smiles a dazzling smile,behind her i c the stars shine bright.
i smile back at her as she goes away...
the next day,im on my way.
hurrying so i dont miss the bus.
mum kisses me goodbye n makes a fuss.
on my seat, i snuggle up to sleep.
but when u came my heart made a huge leap.
because suddenly i remembered last night...
it gives me a thrill ,a kinda fright.
as i shake hands with you n u smile a dazzling smile.
i recognize the angel, from last night.
poems i wrote when i was 13.
Sanna Tirkey Feb 2016
An apologize for no reason is like having a snowfall without the season;
Whether the mistake was mine or yours,
problem is solved ,so why history recall.
Something may happen once in a while;
Make it as a sweet memory and keep it aside.
This is only what,we call as life.
Just is a word we use only once, things  
don't end there,as our thoughts run.
Things of light manner, can be dark and heavier;
No matter how the way is ahead,
your words will always remain in my head.
I forgave you more than hundred times,although you were sorry for few lies.
Uncommon were the issue of our overture, still I
wish you to forget me in future.
How much ever dark, the night may be,morning is sure to come with glee.
Once separated,forever apart , my God help me to forgive and forget you atlast
Time is the best healer...Move on as time pass...best solution to forget people..
Madhumitha Apr 2016
Earth was created by God,
And its ruled by man
God gave flowers for fragrance,
Man made Perfume crushing it
He gave trees for shadow,
We cut them to build a shelter
He blessed us with sixth sense,                                                           ­           But some humans lost the rest of five senses                                                           ­          
Man printed papers to rule himself,
And he named it "money",
Atlast,This money made Man mad.
Hello there, this poem is about the materialistic changes in our society and the  increasing loss of humanity.
daniellaap Oct 2018
currently in a battle with a dream
I have not expected to be this hard,
to be this complicated & mind-wrecking
until I realized, I'm trapped

trapped inside a prison cell
fighting for glory without strength, without drive
I'm beginning to feel my flesh, my soul
gradually turning black, burning down

this is not what I wanted, what I wished for
maybe this is not for me
i'm failing, falling too many times,
too tired to get up again and again

years passed, this is the last
I wonder if I am to escape atlast
before the time ticks too fast,
that I'll perish into bones and pass
anu Nov 2014
On that day, there was a dawn
And it was the day,that i was born

There was a day,where i thought
My parents could lead me
But they left when i was matured

And,there was a day where i got
My friends,who could guide me
But they left when they were matured

Then,there was a day when i bought
My wealth which could protect me
But it left me when it was destroyed

Atlast,on one unpleasant day,with hopelessness i fell down
But still i had a hope that there is someone
Like GOD who could be with me forever..
Mary E Zollars May 2017
A gentle lake I used to stay
Slowly drifting far away
Traveling with friends
Twisting through the bends
So strong is my flank
As we flow down the river bank

Who is this tough fellow?
He really is quite shallow
Bearing down on us
Why  make such a fuss?
Parting us, what have you done?
No longer is there fun
Down in the dank ground
Friends of mine cannot be found
Drip goes I, through the soil
Only till light will I recoil

The sun, my friend!
To you I will ascend
Saving me from the pain
No longer will I drain
Here I leave in an escape wide
Evaporation is on my side
No longer is the air dry
Drifting high do I fly
Taking me far from here
Into the atmosphere

My friends I join atlast
Slowly has time passed
The clouds a reunion of peers
No longer will there be tears
More come to say hello
A long journey from below
Our numbers a great sum
But dark have we become
No longer can we stall
For in darkness… we fall

Falling from the air
I say, this is not fair!
Is this your only fun?
For now I am the only one
I am truly left alone
Here in the soil, I moan

Whimpers for a companion lost
Surely he is too big a cost
Let be the droplets that fly
My poor sun alone in the sky
Sad must he be for our misery
Why is it you cannot see
All that it brings to you is shame
But you think it to be fame

Amid this crisis a hand appears
Willing to take away these fears
There is no reason to cry
Tell me, how did you fly?

A curious character I see
Not the color of lake nor sea
Sleek are what it calls leaves
With tight, intricate weaves
Surely I have not been deceived
A new friend I have received

Sun, I see you up above
Jealous you are of my newfound love
I wish not to leave you here
My dear plant peer
Dry you may grow
Truly, I know

This burden forever in my heart
I wish not to be torn apart
Old friend, don’t let him die
Please, no longer do I wish to fly
My choice is to stay here
Please understand my fear
Don’t pull me any longer
Stop with this warmonger!

… Gone you now are
All because of this star
Forgiveness he is not worthy of
And he may never have my love
Happiness I cannot grant
For you have been taken, my dear, lovely plant.
Walked on every city
  with signs I cannot understand
Spoke in a language
  I hardly can hardly pronounce
Loved people
  with broken hearts
yet I ended up with
   myself
    alone
      atlast
if i was to go to a place, to see very sign. to know everybody, i still feel empty in the end
JP Dec 2015
Book waited
in the store
someone
to buy..
atlast, a man
came and bought
……..
the book
wasn't happy
coz
he is the author…
jyotikamarine Oct 2018
A poet is the one who is not being recognised
but lately turns out himself powerful;
Atlast some may be successful and some may not.
But what they get is the same satisfaction when shared.
Hira malik Feb 2019
the ways of distraction she put forth
while walking and passing by the old destroyed building
her mind is like an open slate
that is empty and the words distorted
all the traces of past memory is blurred, no, wait!!its ERASED!
but the love in her heart always made its pace!!

a chronic defector, a leaver by choice, a summon of destruction
she had been like this forever
and this forever been like this since she dnt even remember
but ,
the love again piercing the ways from the crack of mountains
in the very dark night when she doesnt even feel her face!!

sometimes, just exhale, its better to exhale than inhale
so that the course of ur lines, for once, dnt stop ur ways
FATE!!!!
it changed so swiftly, like jumping on a bandwagon like paths and space....

the spot where i have stopped, here winds are howling
the dust storm in enigma and gigantic
my clothes, i dnt know, where i saw them last time on me
still there is something, a light in dark, a hope atlast
or may be,
this is like the other chapters i forgot atlast!!

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