"haulage" poems
It is a tell of
two adored in historic past
“Their life was bumpy
No one allowed them to tie the knot!
They were lucky
Times permit them to get nearer!
In the fullness of time,
They are happy
Since
Their new life is starts up!
They are starry
As
crops in their field are growing up!
They are brawny
Seeing
Her haulage to a new hope!
Their hopes are turns to gusty
Draught spread out
Crops ruined up
and in the bolt from the blue
He breathes his last!
She is becoming leggy
Tears and torn encircled
People started to blame!
All of a sudden
A magic brings Mosey
A birds comes in and
tell ‘I am here now,
Going sing everyday for you
and our up bring!’"
Then onwards
People in the hills
label birds calls are
the songs of their dearest one !
Now, birds are becoming honey
to everyone!!
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
To the pursuit of knowledge,
Impervious to emotions acknowledged.
You can’t outrun toxic haulage,
With competing interests far voyaged.
Double infinity,
Forward to the unholy Trinity.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
Oh Lenore Lenore
Where hath thou hidden thyself
I must see you more and more
who hath taken thy heart to be
tied up to be gored on thy floor
Oh Lenore
who hath no knowledge of me
through paths blown haulage of nothing but trees
flew to no college
cruising without acknowledge
From door to door
running by the stores in the poor
why hath thou hidden thyself from me
I must see you more and more
who hath taken thy heart to be fried and chopped
to be on thy floor, my Lenore
Oh my Lenore
How my core doth dries on thy door
Oh you're bored
you ran from door to door
escaping for you sword and roared
I stood up and ran out the door from thy sword
Eyes feeling sore just about to pour
I suddenly felt a sore in my core
falling to the ground
being gored near thy door
feeling nothing but a galore of tores
Oh Lenore, My Lenore
I only wanted to love you... forevermore
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
Shadows glooming despondency uprightly,
Focusing a glim of shame and imposed abandoning.
''You look greatly molded in depression,
Your burden to me looks fancy.....''
That was a misery softened evil ****
Piercing through into my shallow hollowed ears.
Our rep casted her eyes aside,
Hoping to swift through a refreshing outlook.
The sight of it burdened her eyebrows,
Her lids stashed with a haulage of anger.
The wicked lingered in every set of a piece,
Even the tiny, lest we forget about the shiny.
It dug through and through to the cores of her bliss,
Sowing pandemonium, doubt and crime.
What crime?
Crimes of self doubt, crimes of hopelessness,
Cries for help, cries for a decent revitalizing wave.
Miles of cries led to crimes,
Cries of eyes for miles.
We are within the evil, daily
We brew it steadily.
Our hope, not a strategy; is that we live,
We survive this feeling.
We are 21.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 5:33 AM UTC
I know nothing-
And if thou'st had knowledge,
It would be trapped in the nebula of Madness.
I could write words
that have meanings in seldom realms-
And would still be shipped to the landfills.
The accumulation of words
Hath led me to this wasteland
of sorrow and murky sunrises.
Facts hath turned my life inside-out:
Exposing the shortcomings and promises
And the aching eyes, losses.
If I could penetrate this inky cloud-
it would be of no use.
The war inside will prevail, no truce.
So I sit and wonder;
My constructed knowledge-
a mere fragment of haulage.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 7:46 AM UTC