"naah" poems - Hello Poetry

(Let them see the world) Dekho Manhooos Paida Hui Hai Sabke Chehere Pe Maatam Chaa Gaya Aur Betii Bojh Ban Gayi Bojh Shayad Kuch Kam Hua Tha Jab Iskaa Ek Chotaa Bhaii Hua Tha Par Shayad Kabse Sach Hua Tha Simaat Gayi Akelepan Mein Baith Baith Ke Sapne Bunti Raat Ko Voh Taare Gintii Gintii? Gintii Toh Mujko Aati Nahi Baabujii Ne School Nahi Bheja Mujko Betii Hoon Naah? !! Aaj Veera Aayega Toh Ussey Kahungi Gintii Sikhaa De. :') Taaare Ginne Hai Mujko Betii Honaaa Paap Hai Betii Toh Bojh Hotii Hai Naah Papa Bhi Yahii Kehete Hai Solaah (16) Saal Kii Umaar Me Voh Laal Jodaa Mujhpe Bojh Ban Gaya Aur Baabuji Kaa Bojh Shayad Kuch Halkaa ** Gaya Ispe Kayi Sitaare Lage The Aur Muje Abbhi Gintii Nai Aatii Thi Dekho Manhoos Paida Hui Hai Mai Manhoos Banke Reh Gayi Sabke Chehere Pe Muskaan Thi Aaj Aur Beti Bojh Banke Reh Gaayi.

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Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 4:46 AM UTC

snigdha-banerjee

Betii Bojh Ban Gayi !

(Let them see the world) Dekho Manhooos Paida Hui Hai Sabke Chehere Pe Maatam Chaa Gaya Aur Betii Bojh Ban Gayi Bojh Shayad Kuch Kam Hua Tha Jab Iskaa Ek Chotaa Bhaii Hua Tha Par Shayad Kabse Sach Hua Tha Simaat Gayi Akelepan Mein Baith Baith Ke Sapne Bunti Raat Ko Voh Taare Gintii Gintii? Gintii Toh Mujko Aati Nahi Baabujii Ne School Nahi Bheja Mujko Betii Hoon Naah? !! Aaj Veera Aayega Toh Ussey Kahungi Gintii Sikhaa De. :') Taaare Ginne Hai Mujko Betii Honaaa Paap Hai Betii Toh Bojh Hotii Hai Naah Papa Bhi Yahii Kehete Hai Solaah (16) Saal Kii Umaar Me Voh Laal Jodaa Mujhpe Bojh Ban Gaya Aur Baabuji Kaa Bojh Shayad Kuch Halkaa ** Gaya Ispe Kayi Sitaare Lage The Aur Muje Abbhi Gintii Nai Aatii Thi Dekho Manhoos Paida Hui Hai Mai Manhoos Banke Reh Gayi Sabke Chehere Pe Muskaan Thi Aaj Aur Beti Bojh Banke Reh Gaayi.

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Friday 12:22 pm 6 Nov 2015 Agar suraj ki keerne.. Tapti dhup mujh pe de, Toh jhor se degiye ga… Kisi ko ye naah toh pata chalegi .. ki hum naraz ya gusse hai bahut! Agar baarish ** toh.. ** jaane digiye ga, Kisi ko ye na pata chal paaye … ki hum roh rahen hai! Agar pathte zhareee, Toh zhar jaane digiye ga.. Kisi toh naa pata kar paaye.. Ki hum aandarse bekhaare huye patho jaise bikhaa rahen h! Agar thadi ki mausam me thaand de, Toh bahut khub se digiye ga.. Kisi ko ye naah pata chale.. Ki hum saihum ya daar rahen h.. Andaar aandar se! Ye mausam hai.. kuch mere zindagi ki tarah… or humare zindagi ki tarah.. jo hum bayaan toh karte h.. par bahut kaam… kyuki hume samaj ne wala koi nahi hota! Ye jab hoti hai.. ya aati hai, jhoor se caati… Or agar naah aate toh, na hi sahi,.. Par jab aati h… toh puri zinadgi badal kar rakh deti hai.. ! trying to enjoying the life better :) :)

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Mar 28, 2016

Mar 28, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC

moumili

zindagi jaise badalti seasons ki tarah

Friday 12:22 pm 6 Nov 2015 Agar suraj ki keerne.. Tapti dhup mujh pe de, Toh jhor se degiye ga… Kisi ko ye naah toh pata chalegi .. ki hum naraz ya gusse hai bahut! Agar baarish ** toh.. ** jaane digiye ga, Kisi ko ye na pata chal paaye … ki hum roh rahen hai! Agar pathte zhareee, Toh zhar jaane digiye ga.. Kisi toh naa pata kar paaye.. Ki hum aandarse bekhaare huye patho jaise bikhaa rahen h! Agar thadi ki mausam me thaand de, Toh bahut khub se digiye ga.. Kisi ko ye naah pata chale.. Ki hum saihum ya daar rahen h.. Andaar aandar se! Ye mausam hai.. kuch mere zindagi ki tarah… or humare zindagi ki tarah.. jo hum bayaan toh karte h.. par bahut kaam… kyuki hume samaj ne wala koi nahi hota! Ye jab hoti hai.. ya aati hai, jhoor se caati… Or agar naah aate toh, na hi sahi,.. Par jab aati h… toh puri zinadgi badal kar rakh deti hai.. ! trying to enjoying the life better :) :)

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Grrrrr aaaaann aagh aaaaahh naah, Aaaang n' aghhh ahh grrrr aaaagh naaah, Grrrrrr aaagh aan naaaaang aaggh!

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Apr 3, 2014

Apr 3, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC

ashley-somebody

Chewbacca

Grrrrr aaaaann aagh aaaaahh naah, Aaaang n' aghhh ahh grrrr aaaagh naaah, Grrrrrr aaagh aan naaaaang aaggh!

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Im just supposed to like you ? Naah im good. Not to put u down or mess with your man hood. not to sound conceited or stuck up. But if you hear lies your whole life you would do the same stuff. That sweet talking **** is nothing. The hi beautiful , what are you doing ? The i love you but i don't really know you. The im not like other guys let me show you. You all are using the same lines. The same foolish **** The same pointless lies. But .. guess what ? I've finally learned the game You know the one where u "like" us but we end up getting played? The one where you play with are minds until we catch feelings.. about a week after that we'll need some healing. You'll take the feelings throw them away say you never liked us & throw it in are face that you just wanted one thing didn't give it so you got erased. Ya'll act like having hoes is godly & that yall should all be praised **** BOYS.. im done

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Sep 11, 2013

Sep 11, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC

sweetie-pie

Untitled

Im just supposed to like you ? Naah im good. Not to put u down or mess with your man hood. not to sound conceited or stuck up. But if you hear lies your whole life you would do the same stuff. That sweet talking **** is nothing. The hi beautiful , what are you doing ? The i love you but i don't really know you. The im not like other guys let me show you. You all are using the same lines. The same foolish **** The same pointless lies. But .. guess what ? I've finally learned the game You know the one where u "like" us but we end up getting played? The one where you play with are minds until we catch feelings.. about a week after that we'll need some healing. You'll take the feelings throw them away say you never liked us & throw it in are face that you just wanted one thing didn't give it so you got erased. Ya'll act like having hoes is godly & that yall should all be praised **** BOYS.. im done

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The Eiffel Tower stabbed at a midnight as blue as an old Muddy Waters track. From a distance, its lace-iron skeleton looked like a slick and oily spider-web crowned with a glittering neon diamond. (My Grandmère's home is across the street from it). “Do you want to go climb it?” I’d asked Peter (my bf). “Naah,” he’d replied, “too crowded - what’s next?” We’ve been tourist-ing all of the big Paris sights. As we night cruised the Seine, the rivière looked dark and perilous - a phthalo-green snake slithering north westerly at six times the speed of the Nile. We took a guided tour of the Louvre - it’s a crowded fortress and you can’t see the Mona Lisa up close. We day-toured the palace at Versailles, with its ghosts of past grandeurs and revolutionary, royal beheadings. The Arc de Triomphe is just an unsafe round-about. As we Uber’d around it, I turned to Peter saying, “Joke time: What’s more dangerous: a shark or an American driver in a Paris traffic circle?”

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Mar 12, 2024

Mar 12, 2024 at 12:03 PM UTC

anaisvionet

Paris la nuit

The Eiffel Tower stabbed at a midnight as blue as an old Muddy Waters track. From a distance, its lace-iron skeleton looked like a slick and oily spider-web crowned with a glittering neon diamond. (My Grandmère's home is across the street from it). “Do you want to go climb it?” I’d asked Peter (my bf). “Naah,” he’d replied, “too crowded - what’s next?” We’ve been tourist-ing all of the big Paris sights. As we night cruised the Seine, the rivière looked dark and perilous - a phthalo-green snake slithering north westerly at six times the speed of the Nile. We took a guided tour of the Louvre - it’s a crowded fortress and you can’t see the Mona Lisa up close. We day-toured the palace at Versailles, with its ghosts of past grandeurs and revolutionary, royal beheadings. The Arc de Triomphe is just an unsafe round-about. As we Uber’d around it, I turned to Peter saying, “Joke time: What’s more dangerous: a shark or an American driver in a Paris traffic circle?”

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BOY: Please take care, will you? GIRL: Naah. BOY: Why so? GIRL: Because that's your job.

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May 7, 2015

May 7, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC

shutterbuggore

Short Story

BOY: Please take care, will you? GIRL: Naah. BOY: Why so? GIRL: Because that's your job.

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Why does it have to be complicated? Naah, there's got to be a solution : . . .less boring and technical. . . A beautiful Fantastic Stunning Peace of writing . . .less ugly than this. . . Well, try to write one!

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Sep 12, 2015

Sep 12, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC

ImpeccableSpacePoetess

Transmissions of a poetic wanderlust reviewed

Why does it have to be complicated? Naah, there's got to be a solution : . . .less boring and technical. . . A beautiful Fantastic Stunning Peace of writing . . .less ugly than this. . . Well, try to write one!

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# ///// ( don't YE feel it ? ) /"/"/"/ ( naah ---- I don't feel NUTHIN - man ) ( • ) wow Big biker shoot out in Texas Wow // ( when you are done saying Wow You may return to your poetry ) ::||:: Wow The difference between a Biker gang and the Police Was what ? again ......? // Of yeah They forgot to turn the cameras on // Now shut up and go back to sleep but Don't forget to say Wow A few more times to prove You are insincere •• •• slaves moving slowly down the street From the ********** to the factory And back again // Wow

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May 20, 2015

May 20, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC

jeffrey-robin

,,, fire ,,,

# ///// ( don't YE feel it ? ) /"/"/"/ ( naah ---- I don't feel NUTHIN - man ) ( • ) wow Big biker shoot out in Texas Wow // ( when you are done saying Wow You may return to your poetry ) ::||:: Wow The difference between a Biker gang and the Police Was what ? again ......? // Of yeah They forgot to turn the cameras on // Now shut up and go back to sleep but Don't forget to say Wow A few more times to prove You are insincere •• •• slaves moving slowly down the street From the ********** to the factory And back again // Wow

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Kamal ka phool kechad mein khilta hai Par dekk tere damann mein kechad kitna hai Pyar baatne se badta hai Dharm ke naam phe tu kyu ladta hai Janta hu koi naah hai masoom Par akhir mein insan hi tho marta hai Bhattka sa tu firta hai Tutt jaane phe Hasna kyu bhulta hai Aye musaafir tujhe aage badna hai Tu chalta re Manzil ka pata nahi Kar wahi jo lage dil ko sahi Yaar aaise hai jo Bhulane par bhi bhulte nahi Bachpan ki yaade Whai purani baate Andheri raato mein hum ghum ** gaye sabhi Kho diya humne apne aapko Iss insano ki basti mein kahi Abb kyu jalta hai tu Naah raha ishq naah mehboob Kya baacha hai karne ko mehsus Dillagi aur bedardi ke beech hu masroof...

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Mar 28, 2021

Mar 28, 2021 at 10:31 AM UTC

xnwxrmxlik

INSXN

Kamal ka phool kechad mein khilta hai Par dekk tere damann mein kechad kitna hai Pyar baatne se badta hai Dharm ke naam phe tu kyu ladta hai Janta hu koi naah hai masoom Par akhir mein insan hi tho marta hai Bhattka sa tu firta hai Tutt jaane phe Hasna kyu bhulta hai Aye musaafir tujhe aage badna hai Tu chalta re Manzil ka pata nahi Kar wahi jo lage dil ko sahi Yaar aaise hai jo Bhulane par bhi bhulte nahi Bachpan ki yaade Whai purani baate Andheri raato mein hum ghum ** gaye sabhi Kho diya humne apne aapko Iss insano ki basti mein kahi Abb kyu jalta hai tu Naah raha ishq naah mehboob Kya baacha hai karne ko mehsus Dillagi aur bedardi ke beech hu masroof...

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Kim (one of my BFF) brightened with inspiration, “Oooo! Send him a **** pic!” “I’m NOT going to sext a guy out of the BLUE,” I grumbled, indignantly. Kim turned to her phone, “No, No, of COURSE not.” She said as she texted. “Come on” she said, as she pulled me off my chair and out the door. We raced over, on foot, to my friend Bili’s house (two houses away). We entered without knocking (as usual) and ran upstairs. Bili lay on her stomach on her unmade bed, fiddling with her phone, ankles up and crossed but she twisted up to attention when we came in. “What should we do first?” She said, as if there were a million things to do. They set upon me and had my regular clothes off in a heartbeat. Like all makeovers, this had a prelapsarian purity - the ritual stripping down to blankness before rebuilding. They quickly went through about half of Bili’s closet - selecting just the right combination of ****** and classy clothes designed to ****** They finally settled on a black slip under an ivory peignoir, stockings with garters and black strappy heels. Kim twisted my hair up into a loose “Gibson Girl.” “Hold still,” Bili said, as she grasped my chin and expertly blended red, gold and black glittery eyeshadows followed by lip liner and gloss. “This is just a quickie job,” she reminded me. I stared at this strange version of myself in the vanity. Kim frowned and looking around, she spread a pink scarf over the desk light to give the room a rosy glow. They went into studio mode - posing me in various ways from coquettish to bored lounging - suggesting expressions and taking endless pictures with my phone. Finally, they were satisfied and handed me my phone. “Shall we go through them?” Bili asked “Naah,” I said, “I’ll go through ‘em and pick one - or two.” Later, at home, I looked through them - I looked SO different - and I had to admit - **** even. But was that ME? I cringed, what if my mom saw these ****** Kardashian-like photos somewhere? I never sent them. I thought I’d have to explain it to my girls. “HA!” They laughed, “We KNEW you’d never use ‘em” Bili said, as Kim shook her head “Nope.” “It was fun though!” We all agreed. . . . *NOTE: This is a pre-pandemic story from August 2019. I was 15 - the idea wasn’t to ****** this guy, it was to get his interest so he would ask me out 🙃*

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Oct 5, 2021

Oct 5, 2021 at 8:56 PM UTC

anaisvionet

Snaps

Kim (one of my BFF) brightened with inspiration, “Oooo! Send him a **** pic!” “I’m NOT going to sext a guy out of the BLUE,” I grumbled, indignantly. Kim turned to her phone, “No, No, of COURSE not.” She said as she texted. “Come on” she said, as she pulled me off my chair and out the door. We raced over, on foot, to my friend Bili’s house (two houses away). We entered without knocking (as usual) and ran upstairs. Bili lay on her stomach on her unmade bed, fiddling with her phone, ankles up and crossed but she twisted up to attention when we came in. “What should we do first?” She said, as if there were a million things to do. They set upon me and had my regular clothes off in a heartbeat. Like all makeovers, this had a prelapsarian purity - the ritual stripping down to blankness before rebuilding. They quickly went through about half of Bili’s closet - selecting just the right combination of ****** and classy clothes designed to ****** They finally settled on a black slip under an ivory peignoir, stockings with garters and black strappy heels. Kim twisted my hair up into a loose “Gibson Girl.” “Hold still,” Bili said, as she grasped my chin and expertly blended red, gold and black glittery eyeshadows followed by lip liner and gloss. “This is just a quickie job,” she reminded me. I stared at this strange version of myself in the vanity. Kim frowned and looking around, she spread a pink scarf over the desk light to give the room a rosy glow. They went into studio mode - posing me in various ways from coquettish to bored lounging - suggesting expressions and taking endless pictures with my phone. Finally, they were satisfied and handed me my phone. “Shall we go through them?” Bili asked “Naah,” I said, “I’ll go through ‘em and pick one - or two.” Later, at home, I looked through them - I looked SO different - and I had to admit - **** even. But was that ME? I cringed, what if my mom saw these ****** Kardashian-like photos somewhere? I never sent them. I thought I’d have to explain it to my girls. “HA!” They laughed, “We KNEW you’d never use ‘em” Bili said, as Kim shook her head “Nope.” “It was fun though!” We all agreed. . . . *NOTE: This is a pre-pandemic story from August 2019. I was 15 - the idea wasn’t to ****** this guy, it was to get his interest so he would ask me out 🙃*

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Don follow me home naah! follow me on Hello Poetry

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Nov 23, 2016

Nov 23, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC

stan-gichuki

follow me

Don follow me home naah! follow me on Hello Poetry

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Was it a devastated scene of road rage Or an undesired timber of babbles Most probably a peculiar creature with vast appendages Yeah May be ghostly cracks of unexpected tremors Oh! Miraculously the glass sheet shattered itself Naah Noo Mum it might be torrent action Creature, miracle, road rage?? Gonna fool me Shut up and Get outta right now No need to please..too late to say sorry..

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Jan 5, 2018

Jan 5, 2018 at 10:43 AM UTC

Surbhidadhich

Miraculous creation..

Was it a devastated scene of road rage Or an undesired timber of babbles Most probably a peculiar creature with vast appendages Yeah May be ghostly cracks of unexpected tremors Oh! Miraculously the glass sheet shattered itself Naah Noo Mum it might be torrent action Creature, miracle, road rage?? Gonna fool me Shut up and Get outta right now No need to please..too late to say sorry..

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“Come on ! Pick up ur ****** pieces Walk past your past! Advancing into the future Stronger should you be” *** THUDDDD**** No where to go, Nothing to do, Door shut straight on my face, Long I stood. After the rains, The rainbow is all that you see, Oh you poor forgotten thunders ! And Long lost me! Heavenly petrichor brings delight ! Also the Flashes of the past The Futility of the venture And deep scars that last. Tumultuous downpour Almost deafening my ears Yet everything within stays so still Darkness smeared, oh dear ! Rainbow curves on my lips Exploding thunder in my heart Broken pieces all fallen apart Blurring my vision the tears that slips Storm did teach the grass a firmer grip They stand with their feet in dirt And the rest of them in rain Can they ? Naah! They can’t complain ! The exausted me repeats : Rain rain go aaway Comeback once I’m hurt again Washing my heart off the pain ! -Rose

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Apr 23, 2021

Apr 23, 2021 at 4:05 PM UTC

Rose

Wash My Pain O’dear Rain

“Come on ! Pick up ur ****** pieces Walk past your past! Advancing into the future Stronger should you be” *** THUDDDD**** No where to go, Nothing to do, Door shut straight on my face, Long I stood. After the rains, The rainbow is all that you see, Oh you poor forgotten thunders ! And Long lost me! Heavenly petrichor brings delight ! Also the Flashes of the past The Futility of the venture And deep scars that last. Tumultuous downpour Almost deafening my ears Yet everything within stays so still Darkness smeared, oh dear ! Rainbow curves on my lips Exploding thunder in my heart Broken pieces all fallen apart Blurring my vision the tears that slips Storm did teach the grass a firmer grip They stand with their feet in dirt And the rest of them in rain Can they ? Naah! They can’t complain ! The exausted me repeats : Rain rain go aaway Comeback once I’m hurt again Washing my heart off the pain ! -Rose

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