"moisty" poems
I hitch a ride on the Battle Bus,
Everyone else jumped out, I must.
I deploy my parachute below,
I glide my way to Moisty Meadow.
As I land I slurp some shields,
Extra health and a pistol I wield.
I loot the houses and **** the squads,
Which would not be possible without my mods.
I run from the storm throughout the game,
I post on the 'Gram that I won for fame.
Everyone that saw my Victory Royale,
Commented below and said "Dang, Wow!"
Now that I won, I'm the coolest around,
I walk down the halls with a figurative crown.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
Everything is falling apart,
It is too late to see.
No one is left to trust.
Crumbling into ashes and dust,
Lost in a meaningless sea.
Everything is falling apart.
Turn away if you must,
But it is too late flee.
No one is left to trust.
Fight for a fresh start,
If you are too blind to see.
Everything is falling apart.
Escapism is an art,
The world is too chaotic for me.
No one is left to trust.
Moisty eyes and a broken heart,
All I wish is to be free.
Everything is falling apart.
No one is left to trust.
Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
All Rights Reserved
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
Galloping through the apparently calm meadows,
My springbok hoofs were touching the grass softly.
How I rejoice hopping in the air above the cool moisty grass,
Hopping feels so ecstatic after a cool shower on the rainy season.
Maybe it's in the rain now that I feel so addicted to, but then I stop,
And probably it's the Anaconda's coil that siphons up on me now.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
Moisty-mist on the sill,
The morning has come
There's no light still.
The winters are here
And I... feel the chill.
My breath is warm,
The air around cold
Dry season's balm
Makes me feel old.
I wish, I could, I will.
But I... feel the chill.
Body tight in blanket,
Eyes peeping around.
I look, I try, I fumble
Without making a sound.
The world's silently working
As if they took some pill
But me, I am struggling!
The task's too uphill.
So, I close my eyes and slumber
Coz I...feel the chill!
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
Your stolen kisses,
Gifted me such blisses,
Your ironclad touches,
Clutched me so feathery,
Your piercing blue eyes,
Enticed my body to tithes,
Your coursing black hairs,
A wood, lost flesh, no cares,
Your moisty, heated breaths,
Such mead, what ales to taste,
Your broad, booms, shoulders,
Let my sails out, into yonders,
Your mossy, low, peaty voice,
Laid me down without choice.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
*Rain drops sing from sky
Spotted sounds in moisty leaves
Chickadees calling*
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
One misty, moisty morning,
When sun was not shining..
Deep in the forest,
When sky was though greyish..
Wandered lonely in the cloudy,
With the breeze and dews;
on meadows
Walking in the shadows,
Deep in the forest
With side by side of river,
Flowing like water..
With the flowing sounds of river,
Refreshing smell so soothing..
That makes my soul so relaxing.
With the vibes that make so peaceful,
That filled my soul with grateful,
That chilled me like a graceful,
Made me feel like in heaven..
That misty moisty morning,
When walking deep in the forest..
And listening to the birds;
that sing so melodious..
All that made me rejoicing,
That Mighty God is amazing,
Who created nature so relaxing..
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 4:18 AM UTC
I will paint a white silhouette of innocence around your eyes
you will stay safe and well gaurded between this black barrier of lies
pour a couple more shots of whiskey in my mouth and I will tell you my story through this never ending high
we can speak of all the goodbyes
and the never ending hellos
life, and moisty white sand in between our toes
how I left a quarter of my heart and a couple of limbs in that blue and yellow taxi back home in my original country
and how everytime I drink water in the morning I gag
I'll remind myself of that time in highschool if I told you, hm
you would laugh
our laughs come and go either way are split in half
I loved the smell of fresh orange peels on your fingers
did you have to let it linger
step outside Im on your front porch
half the grass is dead the sky is blue with a few scattered clouds
and theres a rainbow on it written
the dice never rolled on anything more than one
I have finished this chapter of my life, Im done
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:50 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 49
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
I ain’t an adept drinker,
When I see deep in your gleaming eyes.
I instantly become an adept drinker,
Oh My Dear Love!
I don’t gulp or pile the unique wine,
When I glimpse your moisty lips,
I miraculously found a vine cellar;
All by myself’ in your lips,
Oh My Dear Love!
Generously allow Me’
To unanimously ratify,
As an adept drinker,
Oh My Dear Love!
Therefore willingly I can soak.
In your eyes myself, As;
A confirmed drunkard,
Oh My Dear Love!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 5:17 AM UTC
The heart splattered -- split in two is better
It's no longer of menstrual moods
It's no longer of cyclical downfall
It becomes a fate, an already finished piece
The said hidden new beginning
The said some who can't make it to the sequel
The back aches where wings used to be
It's another world issues
Political pain and illnesses
One doesn't remember any
The first cry carefully saved
Woman, behold, your son!
Look, here is your mother
Softened hands and tell you'll never let go
Look, here is your mother
The eyes you blend with ours
The body I dried to keep yours moisty enough ---
Just how much love can your heart take?
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
Moisty sand,
Cold and soft,
Rain falling from the sky.
The lady in blue,
Floating among the waves,
Cold and wet graves.
A scream from afar,
Where did it come from?
The lady in blue has become,
Pale and numb,
Gone out of sight.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 5:42 PM UTC
Little, large and tiny embers
Flew as if they’d grown their own feathers,
As flames erupted from my armchair leathers,
And long forgotten, left behind endeavours,
I am now standing near a man-made crevasse.
Feeling fire consuming my internal threshold,
Its painful lair,
Whilst emitting a strange glare,
My legs are shaking, and my hands and feet are bare.
I’ve no more knives and needles left to spare.
My potted roses have now withered,
The moment for I so long have lingered.
Their armaments in time became so dull,
Grinding my eternal thoughts into a lull.
The pain just never stops, I guess.
It doesn’t matter if their thorns sting less and less.
Her tender, warm and flower-scented head–
Oh, how I wish I could have pumped it full of lead.
And what of our dreams of an ascetic rural livelihood?
I reckon that moment you weren’t in the mood.
Us slowly splitting moisty birchwood logs.
Beloved, it seems it’s raining cats and dogs.
But now it’s nevermore;
I feel I’ve changed my history and lore
For this moment and evermore.
Or have I just repressed my need for gore?
A fairy meadow shaken to the core–
Before me the country house, I enter may not dare.
It is now derelict, in disrepair,
Winds sweeping through its crooked wooden stair.
I sense that deep inside she never even cared.
And I am crawling spitting blood and ash.
Fires burned my limbs into a pile of scorched flesh,
Life fleeting from my helpless carcass,
But now I have become Augustus–
Eternal city,
Our Rome I set aflame
With wood you brought, I know it isn’t fair,
Just as my radiant words fell into your ashtray.
I shall not lie,
Countless cats and dogs falling from the sky,
Of our beloved pets, corpses lying here and there.
Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 8:10 AM UTC