"yae" poems - Hello Poetry

Aj brri shiddat se toot k yad aya hae wo chaha b to toot k tha main nay usay wo pehli mulaqat.. mje acha lga tha wo usko b shaed! lgi achi thee main wo b khamosh tha.. chup to main b thee.. uski ankhun nay kaha kch suna main nay b tha buhat kch suno!! main tmen kch kahun! mje tm say muhabbat hai kash! mje tm mil he jao kbi arzu to ye he hai abi buhat khamosh muhabbat krti hn tmen tm mere pas ajao na! tm he say to kehna hae.. tm he say sb kehna hae mje tm say muhabbat hae sirf tm say muhabbat hae aur yae b jan lo.. aur tm maan lo.. tm sirf.. mere ** Sirf mere **

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC

hira45

Tm mere **

Aj brri shiddat se toot k yad aya hae wo chaha b to toot k tha main nay usay wo pehli mulaqat.. mje acha lga tha wo usko b shaed! lgi achi thee main wo b khamosh tha.. chup to main b thee.. uski ankhun nay kaha kch suna main nay b tha buhat kch suno!! main tmen kch kahun! mje tm say muhabbat hai kash! mje tm mil he jao kbi arzu to ye he hai abi buhat khamosh muhabbat krti hn tmen tm mere pas ajao na! tm he say to kehna hae.. tm he say sb kehna hae mje tm say muhabbat hae sirf tm say muhabbat hae aur yae b jan lo.. aur tm maan lo.. tm sirf.. mere ** Sirf mere **

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*Balanced on the cusp of reason Teetering in rationale, Gyroscopic permutations Take the leap or stay and snarl. Reason fights with high confusion Torn between the yae and nay, Gyroscopic permutations Pack the case and leave or stay. Screaming taunts in ragged order Torment in saliva mist, Gyroscopic permutations Cut the throat or slit the wrist. Standing on the lonely cliff top Way below the surging tide Gyroscopic permutations Take the leap or run and hide. Balanced on the cusp of reason Teetering on right or wrong, Gyroscopic permutations Join the dead or sing a song. Walking up the baking highway Soaking up the streaming sun Gyroscopic permutations Laugh or cry... today I won.* Marshalg Throwing the dice. 22 February 2013 © 2013 Marshal Gebbie

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Feb 22, 2013

Feb 22, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC

marshal-gebbie

Gyroscopic Permutations

*Balanced on the cusp of reason Teetering in rationale, Gyroscopic permutations Take the leap or stay and snarl. Reason fights with high confusion Torn between the yae and nay, Gyroscopic permutations Pack the case and leave or stay. Screaming taunts in ragged order Torment in saliva mist, Gyroscopic permutations Cut the throat or slit the wrist. Standing on the lonely cliff top Way below the surging tide Gyroscopic permutations Take the leap or run and hide. Balanced on the cusp of reason Teetering on right or wrong, Gyroscopic permutations Join the dead or sing a song. Walking up the baking highway Soaking up the streaming sun Gyroscopic permutations Laugh or cry... today I won.* Marshalg Throwing the dice. 22 February 2013 © 2013 Marshal Gebbie

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yae dil be-qrar hae jeena dushwar hai mjko us say pyar hae uska intzar hae rsta khardar hae kya us k liye b!! mere bin... jeena dushwar hae! mera intzar hae! us ko mj say pyar hae! dil b be-qrar hae! mjko to btlao na! kya wahan b.. ye he soorat haal hae!!

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 6:28 AM UTC

hira45

Be-qrar

yae dil be-qrar hae jeena dushwar hai mjko us say pyar hae uska intzar hae rsta khardar hae kya us k liye b!! mere bin... jeena dushwar hae! mera intzar hae! us ko mj say pyar hae! dil b be-qrar hae! mjko to btlao na! kya wahan b.. ye he soorat haal hae!!

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my friend al calls me every night midnight to be exact with invites to the maryland club, you know the one, near hudsons bay where johnny walkers always playing that old drum? come he says & we can dance with martini & rossi baila baila on table tops while jose cuervo plays his cuban guitar. aye yae yae mami, venga, venga! come let me show you the comforts of southern hospitality it will only cost you one silver dollar i try to say no absolutely not cause the last time i danced with al i found myself lying in the arms of ron bacardi at the old kentuky tavern down by the green river ooh, he was soo smooth talking standing there dressed in his red label shoes & when he told me i felt like black velvet, handed me four roses & tickled me with three feathers i found myself with my backside to the ground & me looking up at nothin but skyy & by the time i knew what was going on we had done it 151 times before jack daniels caught us behind mr. boston's house & when he swore he’d tell my old grand dad i was so scared, i stole the white horse that belonged to capitan morgan just to get away. lord knows to this day if he knew he’d slap me silly, take me to church & swear the christian brothers could save my soul. no, i wanna say absolutely not but its too late i’m already at the canadian club where my soul is being ****** by the fat ******* filling my glass with crushed grapes.

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Dec 24, 2014

Dec 24, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC

starburst

absolutely not: an alcoholics invitation round midnight

my friend al calls me every night midnight to be exact with invites to the maryland club, you know the one, near hudsons bay where johnny walkers always playing that old drum? come he says & we can dance with martini & rossi baila baila on table tops while jose cuervo plays his cuban guitar. aye yae yae mami, venga, venga! come let me show you the comforts of southern hospitality it will only cost you one silver dollar i try to say no absolutely not cause the last time i danced with al i found myself lying in the arms of ron bacardi at the old kentuky tavern down by the green river ooh, he was soo smooth talking standing there dressed in his red label shoes & when he told me i felt like black velvet, handed me four roses & tickled me with three feathers i found myself with my backside to the ground & me looking up at nothin but skyy & by the time i knew what was going on we had done it 151 times before jack daniels caught us behind mr. boston's house & when he swore he’d tell my old grand dad i was so scared, i stole the white horse that belonged to capitan morgan just to get away. lord knows to this day if he knew he’d slap me silly, take me to church & swear the christian brothers could save my soul. no, i wanna say absolutely not but its too late i’m already at the canadian club where my soul is being ****** by the fat ******* filling my glass with crushed grapes.

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Grip tightens. Loss of appetite, For food, for fun, for mischief All but for self loathing. Something so simple , Made so awkward. More than just trivial, All so hard. I could be so happy, Elated, Infectious in fact. Instead questioning so much Too much Appointment? Yae of Nae? Arranged or by chance? If chance does arrive.... Take it? Or be it gone like the wind; Never seen but felt by all. I know it It preoccupies both our minds I know it But self doubt is unrelenting Questioning, always questioning All too noticeable. All too late. I know.

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Apr 30, 2010

Apr 30, 2010 at 10:04 AM UTC

robert-kirwan

I Know?

Grip tightens. Loss of appetite, For food, for fun, for mischief All but for self loathing. Something so simple , Made so awkward. More than just trivial, All so hard. I could be so happy, Elated, Infectious in fact. Instead questioning so much Too much Appointment? Yae of Nae? Arranged or by chance? If chance does arrive.... Take it? Or be it gone like the wind; Never seen but felt by all. I know it It preoccupies both our minds I know it But self doubt is unrelenting Questioning, always questioning All too noticeable. All too late. I know.

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Happiness...A state of mind Placed opposite to sad, Degrees of joy and sorrow That are neither good nor bad. Your barometric reader Determined by the day, The way you play our cards Or the whim of yae or nay. Whichever way the meter flows There is one guarantee, If you've lived life to it's fullest Your dying day will set you free! So fear not for the dark days They will come and go like rain Tomorrow's dawn brings sunshine To evaporate the pain. Luv to you Nat. M.

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Aug 9, 2013

Aug 9, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC

marshal-gebbie

Words for NatV.

Happiness...A state of mind Placed opposite to sad, Degrees of joy and sorrow That are neither good nor bad. Your barometric reader Determined by the day, The way you play our cards Or the whim of yae or nay. Whichever way the meter flows There is one guarantee, If you've lived life to it's fullest Your dying day will set you free! So fear not for the dark days They will come and go like rain Tomorrow's dawn brings sunshine To evaporate the pain. Luv to you Nat. M.

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Yae, she's difficult, drags you by your feet, strangles you, a light between the clouds wouldn't help, down here in detritus, covered in kelp. No name, no name can be spoken, that would capture the terror, the pride and the error, of a possession bursted, and also of a soft arrow miss'd. Sweetling, she is difficult, Charybdis is beyond hunger, but better to be twisted, wet, and spun, as long as she sinks your mind til it's hung.

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 6:46 AM UTC

sean-fitzpatrick

Brokehearts

Yae, she's difficult, drags you by your feet, strangles you, a light between the clouds wouldn't help, down here in detritus, covered in kelp. No name, no name can be spoken, that would capture the terror, the pride and the error, of a possession bursted, and also of a soft arrow miss'd. Sweetling, she is difficult, Charybdis is beyond hunger, but better to be twisted, wet, and spun, as long as she sinks your mind til it's hung.

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