Patra poems on Hello Poetry

JP Mantler Sep 2015

Soft spoken useless friend I am
Stupid quiet bird
Hot and hardened as
Near Summer heat
The coroner is coming

Poor dead boy, She had never loved him
She had never loved him
Poor dead boy, Her love a whim
Her love went on as a whim

Soft subtle licking lips, she is
Stupid pause and funny woes
Cleo Patra sporting shoes
Cellophane hearts bring *******
Lust of laughter to forge
Whistlebees dance around an answer
Like follicles on molding porridge
Like on ***-slave rabbits
Drinking powdered juice
And those two **** the poor boy
A second time where he can no longer
Take pretty pictures of where he had wandered
Eaten by the photographer's endeavour

Jorge L Echevarria Aug 2014

QOS

Look of pure deception never able to appease
Cleo Patra drop a man down to his knees
Hand on hand let the feelings rush
A secret desire an temptation keep it on the hush
A vicious cycle no more like history
You to me to you to me
Write it in the books to commemorate your wasted time and effort look at the mess you made
Now watch as you relapse till the memories fade

Subhajeet Aug 2020

A Helping Hand.

Into the flames rising out a settling sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run...
Many a ways, many a turns,
Gives me a little praise's, chances to learn.

Hail! To thee my Lord,
These days gets all souls bored.
Every time and every hour,
Gives an unfortunate words within an hour....

By the words of....
Subhajeet Patra.

#hands #friendship

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