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Suja Gunasegaran May 2017
IN THE DARK FILTHY ROOM,
THERE'S NO ONE ELSE,
TO LIGHT UP THE ROOM
THROUGH FEARY THOUGHTS.
I HEAR A VOICE, A HORROR VOICE;
IN A STREET WITH NO NOISE.
SWEATING ALL OVER MY FACE,
TREMBLING AND SHIVERING IN THE FEAR.
I YELL FOR SOMEONE'S HELP;
A TOUCH ON MY SHOULDER,A SOFT TOUCH
ALMOST MY HEART CAME OUT OF MY BODY
I SLOWLY TURNED WITH HOPE
SOMEONE IS THERE EVEN IN DARK TO HELP ME.
I JUST LOST MY CONCIOUS FOR A MOMENT,
WHEN I OPEN MY EYES
I FOUND MY MOM IN TEARS
"SHE WAS LIKE A MIRACLE
NO ONE IN THE ROOM
HOW SHE'S IN THERE CRYING FOR ME???
THOSE TEARS FOR ME
MEANS A LOT TO ME
NO ONE ELSE COULD REPLACE YOU
CAUSE I LOVE U .
I NEVER EXPRESS IT YOU MOM,
BUT MY HEART THINKS ABOUT YOU-
EVERY DAY, EVERY HOUR, EVERY MINUTE,
EVERY SECOND,  AND EVERY BREATH OF MY LIFE.
MOM NO WORDS COULD EXPRESS ---
MY LOVE FOR YOU
YOU ARE MY HEART BEAT
WITHOUT YOU I HAVE NO LIFE......
DEDICATED FOR U MOM
There i look
there where my help lies
there where cometh my hope
there where Angels fly
there where gold is incomparable to its beauty
there where sitted the feary one
To the hills where cometh my help
............There i look..............
And when all of my strenght is gone
and when there be no help from man
and when all melodies are gone
and when loneliness my companion
and when men rejects me
and when i cannot cope
from there cometh my hope
from there i here a new song
from there my strenght is renewed
from there my loneliness is taking away
to the hill where cometh my help
............There i look.............
When sorrows abounds
when brokeness my companion
when pains ravages the walls of my heart
when i am persecuted for the things i most embrace
............There i look............
There where my help lies
there where cometh my hope
there where Angels fly
there where gold is incomparable to its beauty
To the hills where cometh my help
..........There i look............
If I were a poet would you await my every word ?
Sing a song for me the sweetest I’ve ever heard ?


Would you awake for ,
boil an egg for ,
In the upper reaches of the night ?
To the tingle of my bell to any given hour.?

If I were a poet a thousand tongues would you egnore ,
just to listen to my words would you explore ..to hear  for my name
behind every open door ?






Would you walk with me ,
dance with me as the waves crash over the shore ,
and the moon falls foul of the sun .
or would you swoon as I embraced you’re tender lips on waves that
broke upon the rocks that one day will take .




There might be other ladies  who wait my Poetry with their soft baited breath .

If my words did not rhyme or call love birds from their nests ,
then would you still rest you’re head on my breast ?

Drink  from my skull in the ruins of my castle
my sweet Aberfa

Those craggy cliffs were never meant for you or I ,
yet you slipped and fell from my castle on high .
the sea one stormy night,
the sea my mistress swollowed whole .

Now I await to dance with you again ,
for every night I stand alone ,
come sea monsters foul and dam the gates to eternity prowl ,
there’s no time now my waiting is done ,
the seas have my body and my new life’s begun .

This Autumn sear to fire lights feary glow shall we dance as winters
come,
and go .
preservationman Apr 2020
A Washing Machine that has been around
This happened in a superb somewhere near town
Now it seems the Washing Machine wants to settle down
It’s idea of no more washing clothes bound
A Washing Machine that used to wash ***** clothes
But the Washing Machine is stating not those
No more clothes
In fact, the term is Reject
Take those ***** clothes back
Don’t even think of making a stack
As a Washing Machine does keep track
If you think one specific Washing Machine is going to take in your ***** clothes, it only makes the machine mean
This Washing Machines knows
That is just how it goes
Now the Washing Machine has one point, don’t let me prove, and I will show how I am not enthused.
saksham jain Feb 2017
a cute little girl i met in my school,
so simple reactions with deep impressions,
she was decent among others,
she was decent inwards,
as pole in stars, as lotus in flowers,
alike as dove or pearl in stuff...
her gestures was normal , seems as winds bowl
eyes as deer's, little confi-little feary....
two hairy tales cuffed with ribbons,
innocent face with deep expressions..
down to ground, dreams at mount,
short in height but in dreams too high...
there is too much to say about her,
cant express in simple words or through gestures
request i just made to her....
"please remain same as you are-were "
listen dear!
  O!!  phubbing turns an wonderful eve dark !!!
     Rainy and procasting work...
O!!! Both side of coins
And becoming a slacker!!!
Havocing an idea of slow isolation


Depressed kissed
And fall down!!!
In feary dry dreams!!!
Semihten5 May 12
the road was for return
dark is every time feary

cold night is finish every time
in the hot bad

last train is come every time empty
why do you know

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