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Corkey Hawley Apr 2010
I think some R here
For Adulation
Not merily
Concocked Expajulation
But Rather 2
Find Some Praise
2 Their Creations
2  fullfill
Some Sensation
That Their TIME
Spent With *******
Was Something MORE
Then Emancupation
4 ALL of U
I GIVE
adulation
4 All Who Think what They Write Is Worth A ****, CH
Pragya GAur Jul 2017
A home away from home,
Is how I merily define a school.
Running in silent corridors,
Not wanting to go in morning assemblies,
Finishing lunch while teacher's teaching,
Passing chits when they caught us gossiping.
Our tiffin boxes were empty before recess,
Fun was snatching other's lunch then.
Years later don't know will these be remembered or not,
But those 'samosas of canteen' will really be missed a lot.
When teachers said " go out if you don't want to study"
We looked at each other to ask if they are ready.
We will really miss kabaddi and volley ball matches,
Between seniors and juniors.
Those lovely days of early ages,
And the open books with curly pages.
I will really miss each and every class,
Whether nursery or twelfth.
We will really miss,
The boring exercise of Saturdays,
And the 'Arora patties' on roadways.
We were sent to gain knowledge,
But we had all sorts of fun and games.
To teachers sending us out of class was a punishment,
But for us it was full source of entertainment.
Those lazy mornings and the lame reasons for not going to school,
Those fading school uniforms and opened shoe laces,
Those half opened eyes and closing school gates.
Few months later all won't be there.
Just a cherished memory,
Is going to become.
Few months later it's an end of my school life....so I decided to write one describing my glorious 12 years there
Michael Leggett Mar 2018
This fairly memory doth hinder and entrance me so
But sleeping due falls onto those in need of verily
It is with weaker hearts do entangle my ebonize soul
And hadst add haste to maimed eyes merily

My maidens eyes do not contain shine like the sun
Nor does her heart contain love that might share
Instead maiden blue shows caluce feelings noone  
And grey eyes replied doth my vision ensnare
D Baby Bey Jul 2018
Billows of wind
frame her outline
like silken drapes

Locks of scarlet
dance and tangle
under the broad brim
of her navy sunhat

Palm extended merily
grasping to the rails
she leans over the salty water
waving her fair-wells

O' this image of delight
i pray the sea be gentle
let her not know of the
fierce bite of bitter waves
or of poseidon's lustful greed
Safana Sep 2023
Four more days are ahead.
To wave our ears and heads.
To clap our hands together.
And to sing a song, merily.
For Habeeb Jr., the smart
It's his return and his birthday.
May he be blessed today.
May he be blessed tomorrow. As he
has been blessed from the beginning.
Like pulling thread from a pool of yarn,
you found a million ways to call me stupid.

When my confidence was too high,
you knocked it down like Jenga blocks.

And when you didn't want to play with me anymore,
you carved slits on my body,

and pointed at all my faults.

You drilled the voices of society into my head
and critiscized me, nitpicking,

judging me for things you do.

You told me before you were a liar.
You told me before you were a hypocrite.
You told me before you were a manipulator.

But what did I care?

I was in love with a boy
who had a way with his words.

So you can tell me that you're a criminal,
but I'd still hand you the gun.

Because I was in love.

In fact, I loved how you spoke,
leaned in on every word,

And took everything you said as an absolute truth.

A fishing hook in my heart,
you, unknowingly, ripped me to shreds.

You ripped my soul out of my body
hook, line, and sinker,

and let me drown in my despair.

Or, rather,
burn, like a body drowned in gasoline,

and set a flame.

Or rot,
like dead meat
lying in plain sight.

A zombie,
forever gazing,
in your wicked direction.

Every insult you threw at me had a loophole.
Every attack had a riddle.

And I saw the hidden lines behind your sentences,
but you gaslit me horrendously.

Ah yes! The gaslighting, how could I forget?

"We never dated."
"I never loved you."
"I didn't call you a monkey."
"I just blah blah blah. . ."
"*******, *******, and more *******!"

I can recall some of the good,
just as I can the bad.


Simmer down,
into softness,

Like a flower petal,
all I've ever wanted

was for you to love me.

When you told me I was beautiful,
when you missed me,

when you listened to everything I said,
when you told me you loved me

when you wrapped all your lies
in a sweet, silky cloth

and blinded me in bliss.

I imagined you rowing me
merily, merily, in this dream,

this fantasy I had.

I imagined our kiss,
and our passionate love making

I felt the heat
of all your ****** stories

you tantalized me,
and awakened my senses,

you gave me chills
in all the right places.

You made my depressing,
suicidal, miserable life,

feel like heaven,
for just a split second

real ecstasy,
in human form

you, my Greek god,
my twin flame.

I merged with you
skin to skin contact.

Bone to bone

mouth to mouth

blood, vessels, veins

and we became

one organism.


I held that
"I love you."

so tight
and could not let it go.

Because everything you've ever said
was just what I needed to hear.

And yes, now I am akin,
to a roaring beast that breathes fire,

but you can easily calm me
when you carry me off

back to eden
where we once were.

And all though my emotions waver
back and forth throughout me

and my memories are choppy and frail,

I could never forget
the person who I fell in love with

and the person who destroyed my life.
Even I forget that I was 14.

I feel like the poem moved a bit fast although I didn't mean to write it that way

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