"pukka" poems - Hello Poetry

Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein Bade pyar se wo humko apni mefil me Bulayein Mehfil me bulakar mehfil ke kaide sikhayein Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein Pad pad kar kaide hum zehan mein basayein tabhi humare Mezban khud kaidon ko thakh per rakh ayein Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein Jab Mezbaan ki is harkat per hum narazgi jatayein Pyar se woh humein Naee kaide ki kitabe thamayein. Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein Bade laad se wo Bheege joothon ke nakshe humare galon per banayein Meethe khanjar si chubhti hain ye unki zalim adayein Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein Zalil O ruswa hokar jab unki mehfil se jayein. Dosti ki Bediyan wo humare paon mein pehnayein. Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein Kiya hai humne bhi pukka irada chod kar na mehfil ko ab Jayein Humare mezbaan chahe hume zalil ker kitni bhi khushiyaan manaayein Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein

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Dec 10, 2014

Dec 10, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC

mdasadullah

Urdu - Dosti

Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein Bade pyar se wo humko apni mefil me Bulayein Mehfil me bulakar mehfil ke kaide sikhayein Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein Pad pad kar kaide hum zehan mein basayein tabhi humare Mezban khud kaidon ko thakh per rakh ayein Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein Jab Mezbaan ki is harkat per hum narazgi jatayein Pyar se woh humein Naee kaide ki kitabe thamayein. Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein Bade laad se wo Bheege joothon ke nakshe humare galon per banayein Meethe khanjar si chubhti hain ye unki zalim adayein Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein Zalil O ruswa hokar jab unki mehfil se jayein. Dosti ki Bediyan wo humare paon mein pehnayein. Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein Kiya hai humne bhi pukka irada chod kar na mehfil ko ab Jayein Humare mezbaan chahe hume zalil ker kitni bhi khushiyaan manaayein Ayea aap bhi dosti nibhayein hum bhi dosti Nibhayein

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Pumpa ..pumpa thats all i do can you hear it .ill give you a clue stinka ..smelly...parpety parp that what it sounds like when i do f@#t see the smog as i open the door parpety parp ..pumping galore beans and cabbage help me along lots of ale ...trumpety trump pukka pie or chilli kerbab .. parpety parp...gives me a smile pumping trumping thats all i do wind from me **** ill give you a clue sounds like a whale from miles away trumper thumper.. parpety parp sbd's are part of me aim but a parp is a much better game brussel ..stuffing give it me now parpety parp ..trumpety trump

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Nov 20, 2011

Nov 20, 2011 at 1:50 AM UTC

andy-fardell

Parpety parp

Pumpa ..pumpa thats all i do can you hear it .ill give you a clue stinka ..smelly...parpety parp that what it sounds like when i do f@#t see the smog as i open the door parpety parp ..pumping galore beans and cabbage help me along lots of ale ...trumpety trump pukka pie or chilli kerbab .. parpety parp...gives me a smile pumping trumping thats all i do wind from me **** ill give you a clue sounds like a whale from miles away trumper thumper.. parpety parp sbd's are part of me aim but a parp is a much better game brussel ..stuffing give it me now parpety parp ..trumpety trump

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I feel the heat of your shoulder bleeding into mine. We are laying in the grass. No- we are laying in my bed. No- your bed. The TV is on. You fell asleep in my lap playing video games. I'm wearing red lipstick. Moments earlier, I arched my back like a kitten and took a picture of us sprawled over one another. You weren't looking. My lipstick is red. My shirt is red. My skirt has flowers. Your hair is bleached on the top. I peel the blankets from us and now it's grown out, curving over your forehead in a w. You're wearing all these pukka shell and wooden necklaces. I don't know what gave you the idea. It doesn't match. I love you. I love you so much I giggle just tracing the curve of your nose. We watch YouTube videos slowed down and laugh until we fall asleep, your hip bones pressed into the small of my back. I open my eyes and we're back in 2015. We're eating pizza, but not too much, because your stomach problems are just beginning. You accidentally say you love me back when we part at sunset. The gazebo is in the background. It's always in the background. I walk away and find myself back at your door. You struggle with the key for a moment. We just got off the bus. You couldn't drive yet. I saw your dog, pet her on the top of her head, nose turned away from her rotting teeth. Your bird sings when we walk away and we laugh at how he hates us. I stop laughing and he's dead. Your mom threw him away. You were more heartbroken than you told your friends while you laughed in the library. I shut the door behind me and you're shaking your head no a year later, me asking if we can talk, last weeks tears prickling my mind. You say you'll think about it. You don't. I do.

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May 7, 2018

May 7, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC

lauren-r

To Remember

I feel the heat of your shoulder bleeding into mine. We are laying in the grass. No- we are laying in my bed. No- your bed. The TV is on. You fell asleep in my lap playing video games. I'm wearing red lipstick. Moments earlier, I arched my back like a kitten and took a picture of us sprawled over one another. You weren't looking. My lipstick is red. My shirt is red. My skirt has flowers. Your hair is bleached on the top. I peel the blankets from us and now it's grown out, curving over your forehead in a w. You're wearing all these pukka shell and wooden necklaces. I don't know what gave you the idea. It doesn't match. I love you. I love you so much I giggle just tracing the curve of your nose. We watch YouTube videos slowed down and laugh until we fall asleep, your hip bones pressed into the small of my back. I open my eyes and we're back in 2015. We're eating pizza, but not too much, because your stomach problems are just beginning. You accidentally say you love me back when we part at sunset. The gazebo is in the background. It's always in the background. I walk away and find myself back at your door. You struggle with the key for a moment. We just got off the bus. You couldn't drive yet. I saw your dog, pet her on the top of her head, nose turned away from her rotting teeth. Your bird sings when we walk away and we laugh at how he hates us. I stop laughing and he's dead. Your mom threw him away. You were more heartbroken than you told your friends while you laughed in the library. I shut the door behind me and you're shaking your head no a year later, me asking if we can talk, last weeks tears prickling my mind. You say you'll think about it. You don't. I do.

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I held her hand in my dream With my nails brushing her hair Her eyes apple lovey scream She's a sample of an adonis heir I ponder at her figure eight Is she one of d immortal sent to tantalised me? Like d lovelorn btw milky and kate Pour me ur love portion, I'll sip I woke and blamed d reverie Angrily I exit d enrivon for an unliven snacks But d liquor can't erase her hue ink She curls toward my leisure, My rips acquaint see Chai, her hair dances to the zephyr rhythm. She knacks "Em. Baby can I date u?" My phonemes lick.

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Feb 6, 2016

Feb 6, 2016 at 4:35 AM UTC

babatunde-adewale

Oh! Pukka Nana

I held her hand in my dream With my nails brushing her hair Her eyes apple lovey scream She's a sample of an adonis heir I ponder at her figure eight Is she one of d immortal sent to tantalised me? Like d lovelorn btw milky and kate Pour me ur love portion, I'll sip I woke and blamed d reverie Angrily I exit d enrivon for an unliven snacks But d liquor can't erase her hue ink She curls toward my leisure, My rips acquaint see Chai, her hair dances to the zephyr rhythm. She knacks "Em. Baby can I date u?" My phonemes lick.

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I held her hand in my dream With my nails brushing her hair Her eyes apple lovey scream She's a sample of an adonis heir I ponder at her figure eight Is she one of d immortal sent to tantalised me? Like d lovelorn btw milky and kate Pour me ur love portion, I'll sip I woke and blamed d reverie Angrily I exit d enrivon for an unliven snacks But d liquor can't erase her hue ink She curls toward my leisure, My rips acquaint see Chai, her hair dances to the zephyr rhythm. She knacks "Em. Baby can I date u?" My phonemes lick. (Mizz Ylexinho to be)

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Feb 6, 2016

Feb 6, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC

babatunde-adewale

Oh! Pukka Nana.

I held her hand in my dream With my nails brushing her hair Her eyes apple lovey scream She's a sample of an adonis heir I ponder at her figure eight Is she one of d immortal sent to tantalised me? Like d lovelorn btw milky and kate Pour me ur love portion, I'll sip I woke and blamed d reverie Angrily I exit d enrivon for an unliven snacks But d liquor can't erase her hue ink She curls toward my leisure, My rips acquaint see Chai, her hair dances to the zephyr rhythm. She knacks "Em. Baby can I date u?" My phonemes lick. (Mizz Ylexinho to be)

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the place could do with a dose of castor oil to purge it of the things that so spoil first and foremost there's the trolls who are always acting like sinister dolls then there's perverts approaching teens via unsuspecting email screens lastly there's the ones buying good will with a webmaster allowing the drill a bowel needs not to be in distress hence pukka's cleaning out the irking mess

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Feb 14, 2018

Feb 14, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Constipation

the place could do with a dose of castor oil to purge it of the things that so spoil first and foremost there's the trolls who are always acting like sinister dolls then there's perverts approaching teens via unsuspecting email screens lastly there's the ones buying good will with a webmaster allowing the drill a bowel needs not to be in distress hence pukka's cleaning out the irking mess

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A sadness that I implore. It is sweet yet, indignating. Why, you might ask? The truth is … There is no truth once you are God. Everything is true. To the criminal who ***** and killed his daughters To the dying voices of the martyr mothers who protected their family. Foucault says it too. It is true. What is better than truth? That question will end the day we realise that we are all true. Even in the art of lying, there is a truth. There is pukka. There is an inexplicable oneness. It is unappeasable. One has to accept it. Even your murderer has a point.

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May 31, 2016

May 31, 2016 at 3:31 AM UTC

ceida-uilyc

Even your murderer has a point

A sadness that I implore. It is sweet yet, indignating. Why, you might ask? The truth is … There is no truth once you are God. Everything is true. To the criminal who ***** and killed his daughters To the dying voices of the martyr mothers who protected their family. Foucault says it too. It is true. What is better than truth? That question will end the day we realise that we are all true. Even in the art of lying, there is a truth. There is pukka. There is an inexplicable oneness. It is unappeasable. One has to accept it. Even your murderer has a point.

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I LOVE MAMA Nine months Gestation in her womb No matter daddy was away She loves me, No body can try Stands for my life like advocate No one can appeal Teach all ways I use Stopping me endure any abuse I call her mom, replies "my child" Even if love ends, for you NEVER. MY STEP MOTHER, MY EVETHING Love speaks when you care I feel lucky coz your are here Since childhood now am adult All works you do just for me Even time of storms and decay I live in your heart, I owe you I love you my stepmother REST IN PEACE MAMA Rest in eternal peace life Though God love you more I love you-know My only mother, stimuli of my life Some years now My eyes full of tears Can't see you-far you pass I use wisdom you impart And all memories on you Heaven light be your guide. A WOMAN, A WIFE. She makes me feel a human As Gemini look we live I the King, see she cares much She is my queen I respect At any cost She cries of me Calls me dear, I replies darling This woman stands to my life I declare she is my wife Love speaks when you care. TO ALL WOMEN. Behold!! You women real, pukka No man can ruin you Only if you take Take your part I love you all.

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Mar 7, 2017

Mar 7, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC

baraka-ngeleja

MOTHER'S DAY

I LOVE MAMA Nine months Gestation in her womb No matter daddy was away She loves me, No body can try Stands for my life like advocate No one can appeal Teach all ways I use Stopping me endure any abuse I call her mom, replies "my child" Even if love ends, for you NEVER. MY STEP MOTHER, MY EVETHING Love speaks when you care I feel lucky coz your are here Since childhood now am adult All works you do just for me Even time of storms and decay I live in your heart, I owe you I love you my stepmother REST IN PEACE MAMA Rest in eternal peace life Though God love you more I love you-know My only mother, stimuli of my life Some years now My eyes full of tears Can't see you-far you pass I use wisdom you impart And all memories on you Heaven light be your guide. A WOMAN, A WIFE. She makes me feel a human As Gemini look we live I the King, see she cares much She is my queen I respect At any cost She cries of me Calls me dear, I replies darling This woman stands to my life I declare she is my wife Love speaks when you care. TO ALL WOMEN. Behold!! You women real, pukka No man can ruin you Only if you take Take your part I love you all.

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