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Muskan Kapoor May 2018
Word of the day - WHELVE
Meaning - to bury something deep
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You are not forgotten
And you never will be
You have a home
within the lines of my poetry.

The words are not hollow
They carry a meaning
They carry a story with them
Story of you, me and when we were dreaming.

I hid you
not within me
But in between the words I write
you were meant to be.

I meet you there
every time I open a page
You sit there waiting for me
Full of rage.

I try to convey
my story through my poetry
but all I am able to do is
dwell in you deeply.

I used to hide behind my words
Now I hide you there
Traces of you still haunt me
And I can’t go anywhere.

You buried me long ago
It was easy for you
And all along I wish this
I could have done that too.

For someone to find you
the way ahead is clear
enter between the lines, do one thing
pain is all you have to fear.
Anna Aug 2019
What ever smile I put on
You’ll believe it none the less.
Marifat Jun 2019
I know that smile
That you never try to hide,
Charms everyone around while
Tacit secrets whelve inside.

I know those eyes,
Can deceive others more than once.
I’ve imagined them raw…
Even as Autumn upon the lonely evening skies.

I know that soft soul,
Is as fierce as any known ghouls.
With a mind of a hundred twists,
His warmth haloes him like
Those gas lamps in the mist.

Reckless and sarcastic,
Oh, I know this very kind...
They're the hopeless romantics.
He wasn’t unlike but hard to find.

He writes about love,
Hopes, and blues.
Loves poems, quotes and
Leaves the least of clues.

We're so different yet quite alike.
Petting devils, demons
And dreams inside.
Broken hearts recognize
Sad, gloomy eyes.
They become friends
With no visible ties.

I wish he was more of a human to me.
Though all I see are poetries and reality.
People like me are like cloudy sunset.
They get lost or you forget.

We crossed paths;
It was written in fate.
I must say he's the weirdest one
I've known was born on this date.

May Almighty be with him in his darkest hours
And fill his life with happiness and love
Like meteor showers.

Happy birthday, Crush
I got to know him for a few days. He is broken but something amazing. He is a story I would read thousands of time but will read again. He has bad habits that I would like to smack him for but that was it, I will peck his cheek after every fight.

But we weren't meant to be. Our time was wrong so was I to think we had a connection.
Marisa May 2020
I whelve into mere existence
disappearing into the gloom where
you will find me beneath
heartbeat woven into lace.

Around me it is somber
and I am a whisper in silence.
My breath wounds itself around
me like pearls on string.

— The End —