Hello stranger;
You look familiar,
With stories and music preferences
And artists alike.
Do you remember our casette days
How precious we guarded them
Our music on tapes.
We evolved there on and changed our ways to a playlist on the phone.
But there are a few to whom turntables, records, and MP4 devices still matter.
Am I holding on to a fragment of memories from the past.
Do you still remember how we used to be?
But I guess it's just a memory
That's turn to dust
#review #poem
You look familiar,
With stories and music preferences
And artists alike.
Do you remember our casette days
How precious we guarded them
Our music on tapes.
We evolved there on and changed our ways to a playlist on the phone.
But there are a few to whom turntables, records, and MP4 devices still matter.
Am I holding on to a fragment of memories from the past.
Do you still remember how we used to be?
But I guess it's just a memory
That's turn to dust
#review #poem
While cumulating blooms in estate of me.
Something ensnare the eye of me.
It was a pen and copy abreast me.
Yearning to jot down inbetwixt you and me.
So i took a pew under the pine tree.
In a trice,
a spark of illumination Glided just infront of me.
Took a breath,
And started thinking of What happened a bit later to me.
Fathomed that it was something related to me.
Yet it is still not clear to me.
When i was sitting under the pine tree.
An inscrutable face had met the eyes of me.
Yaa....it was none other than bossom buddy of me.
Who sacrifice his life that i live life of me.
Who valued me more than me.
All this happen under the pine tree.
Reminiscing his face simpering as me,
His voice melodious as me.
That time it was adding smile to me.
Time has changed,
Now all it brings are tears to me.
Roots may need water from me.
That is why, i sat down under the pine tree.
Started crying on wyrd of me.
What a pleasure gift God has taken away from me.
People are tied up with their works as me.
Some people even trespass near me.
But no one asked me.
Why are you crying under the pine tree.
#review #poem #mylittlebrothersfirst
Something ensnare the eye of me.
It was a pen and copy abreast me.
Yearning to jot down inbetwixt you and me.
So i took a pew under the pine tree.
In a trice,
a spark of illumination Glided just infront of me.
Took a breath,
And started thinking of What happened a bit later to me.
Fathomed that it was something related to me.
Yet it is still not clear to me.
When i was sitting under the pine tree.
An inscrutable face had met the eyes of me.
Yaa....it was none other than bossom buddy of me.
Who sacrifice his life that i live life of me.
Who valued me more than me.
All this happen under the pine tree.
Reminiscing his face simpering as me,
His voice melodious as me.
That time it was adding smile to me.
Time has changed,
Now all it brings are tears to me.
Roots may need water from me.
That is why, i sat down under the pine tree.
Started crying on wyrd of me.
What a pleasure gift God has taken away from me.
People are tied up with their works as me.
Some people even trespass near me.
But no one asked me.
Why are you crying under the pine tree.
#review #poem #mylittlebrothersfirst
#Review #random #Vivektavinita
I'm just numb,
Feeling like a dumb.
Before never knew what my heart wanted,
Now don't know what I have become.
I'm just numb,
Feeling like a dumb.
Before never knew what my heart wanted,
Now don't know what I have become.
We were lost in thick foilage,
Of a dense forest
That lead us to a building.
There was no telling what was inside.
We took a peek from the outside
Broken windows and doors.
We din't know a step forward,
Would make us all shudder
There was an eerie feeling,
To the place.
Pentagon drawings, candles and a voodoo doll,
That was staring at me in the eye.
One look, that's all it took, to run for our lives.
#review #story #AmyWrites
Of a dense forest
That lead us to a building.
There was no telling what was inside.
We took a peek from the outside
Broken windows and doors.
We din't know a step forward,
Would make us all shudder
There was an eerie feeling,
To the place.
Pentagon drawings, candles and a voodoo doll,
That was staring at me in the eye.
One look, that's all it took, to run for our lives.
#review #story #AmyWrites
( Deceived )
How many times have I fallen,
Believing a lie I once have spoken.
About how my will was never broken,
To stand tall, hoping I'll never be woken.
Why was I for this task, chosen!
Had it ever been outspoken?
Guarding myself, not to be heartbroken,
Holding on too tightly,
my shield became a symbol, a token.
I've punched a hole in my sky,
vacuuming my reminiscence,
leaving it unspoken.
#everyone #review #Aj #poem
How many times have I fallen,
Believing a lie I once have spoken.
About how my will was never broken,
To stand tall, hoping I'll never be woken.
Why was I for this task, chosen!
Had it ever been outspoken?
Guarding myself, not to be heartbroken,
Holding on too tightly,
my shield became a symbol, a token.
I've punched a hole in my sky,
vacuuming my reminiscence,
leaving it unspoken.
#everyone #review #Aj #poem
Faces upturned, the bodies
Float in what appears to be a
Pond, with the orange and red sky
And the water blue; There is
Competent darkness, which
Apparently abstract, holds the
Universe together, the pigeons
And sparrows chirp and build
Not nests but homes, and
Bless it with "holy water",
And the religious man, happy
Not thankful, boats away
#review #poem #ritwikahlawat
Float in what appears to be a
Pond, with the orange and red sky
And the water blue; There is
Competent darkness, which
Apparently abstract, holds the
Universe together, the pigeons
And sparrows chirp and build
Not nests but homes, and
Bless it with "holy water",
And the religious man, happy
Not thankful, boats away
#review #poem #ritwikahlawat
Your silent wisper
like a teardrop
ripples into infinity
causing a mild wave
of anxiety
in my heart
as i stand here frozen
clinging to time
unwilling to let it leave....
#review #alchemist #poetry
like a teardrop
ripples into infinity
causing a mild wave
of anxiety
in my heart
as i stand here frozen
clinging to time
unwilling to let it leave....
#review #alchemist #poetry
Slowly sinking
in the bathtub of death
he holds his breath
listening to the blurred hymn
of a thousand faces
that makes his hearbeat
cringe to the extent
that he himself
envelopes his soul
around his lungs
and presents it to the devil...
#review #alchemist #poetry
in the bathtub of death
he holds his breath
listening to the blurred hymn
of a thousand faces
that makes his hearbeat
cringe to the extent
that he himself
envelopes his soul
around his lungs
and presents it to the devil...
#review #alchemist #poetry
A Companion In Need
Even though a man has friends,
He is alone inside
There is no one around him who can understand his feelings
He needs a companion,
Either a boy or a girl,
But a soul that can sense his emotions
There are many people in the world,
But all we have to find is
A Good Companionship
#review #writrr #poetry
Even though a man has friends,
He is alone inside
There is no one around him who can understand his feelings
He needs a companion,
Either a boy or a girl,
But a soul that can sense his emotions
There are many people in the world,
But all we have to find is
A Good Companionship
#review #writrr #poetry
What do i want?
What do i strive for
What do i need
What do i crave for
What is it that is missing
Why do i feel my soul shaking
Why am i so out of breath
Why am i so out of ways
Why is my heart trembling
My lungs are suffocating
What on earth am i looking for
What is my truth....what is my cure....
#review #poetry #G
What do i strive for
What do i need
What do i crave for
What is it that is missing
Why do i feel my soul shaking
Why am i so out of breath
Why am i so out of ways
Why is my heart trembling
My lungs are suffocating
What on earth am i looking for
What is my truth....what is my cure....
#review #poetry #G
Reassurance
There is a chain in the tree,
old and full of rust.
It's locked.
How did it got there?
How long has it been there?
I ask myself,
sitting outside in the
morning sun.
Noone knows,
but the thought that
it will stay there
after I'm gone makes
me smile
#poem #000 #review
It's my first attempt to write a poem so I'm grateful for every hint of improvement.
There is a chain in the tree,
old and full of rust.
It's locked.
How did it got there?
How long has it been there?
I ask myself,
sitting outside in the
morning sun.
Noone knows,
but the thought that
it will stay there
after I'm gone makes
me smile
#poem #000 #review
It's my first attempt to write a poem so I'm grateful for every hint of improvement.
Temporary Corona-fied
It's crawling up,
It's grabbing minds,
It's standing still,
It's digging deep.
The thing to get
into everyone's head.
The thought to stir
a fever of old.
I see them cry,
I hear their fear,
I know their pain
and I understand.
#review #Shadowfall #poem
It's crawling up,
It's grabbing minds,
It's standing still,
It's digging deep.
The thing to get
into everyone's head.
The thought to stir
a fever of old.
I see them cry,
I hear their fear,
I know their pain
and I understand.
#review #Shadowfall #poem
& i guess
I should have
Known from the start
true love
Is often carved out of scars....
#alchemist #review
Just a thought...
I should have
Known from the start
true love
Is often carved out of scars....
#alchemist #review
Just a thought...
Don't look into her eyes
That's where her demons hide.
Dying, she gives a smile to the world
Who has always been so unkind.
She wishes every day
To be her last one
She was full of dreams
But now she has none.
Her new best friends
Were the darkness and sadness
She made her life.
A huge mess
Her thoughts were
Destroying her
She wished to get
Things back like they were
Her scars were fading,
She felt so lost
So she held her blades again
and made herself bleed a lot
Just a little happiness
was what she always asked for
But she lost herself instead.
Now she doesn't smile anymore.
#review #soul #poem
That's where her demons hide.
Dying, she gives a smile to the world
Who has always been so unkind.
She wishes every day
To be her last one
She was full of dreams
But now she has none.
Her new best friends
Were the darkness and sadness
She made her life.
A huge mess
Her thoughts were
Destroying her
She wished to get
Things back like they were
Her scars were fading,
She felt so lost
So she held her blades again
and made herself bleed a lot
Just a little happiness
was what she always asked for
But she lost herself instead.
Now she doesn't smile anymore.
#review #soul #poem
Why do i feel like
something is missing
when you were never
mine to begin with
#alchemist #review #micropoetry
something is missing
when you were never
mine to begin with
#alchemist #review #micropoetry
I used to be scared
trapped in the mortal realm
of losing my life
at the age of twelve
I used to think
human life is too short
for me to spread my wings
so i started looking for god
I found him one day
When i went to bed
He was sitting right beside me
With his fingers on my head
and i asked him
why did he curse us all
why do we have ti turn to dust
as time unfolds?
he looked at me
and gave me a faint little smile
and told me that
once he was also a child
he too went
to the door of death
he too died
it was his karma that lived...
#alchemist #review
#poem
trapped in the mortal realm
of losing my life
at the age of twelve
I used to think
human life is too short
for me to spread my wings
so i started looking for god
I found him one day
When i went to bed
He was sitting right beside me
With his fingers on my head
and i asked him
why did he curse us all
why do we have ti turn to dust
as time unfolds?
he looked at me
and gave me a faint little smile
and told me that
once he was also a child
he too went
to the door of death
he too died
it was his karma that lived...
#alchemist #review
#poem
I was lost,
In the sea of light
Darkness stepped on my shadow.
I was found
In your arms
A kingdom of sorrow.
Death is at my doorstep
I won’t survive again
Your last kiss
Your last kiss
Will shake my soul.
I disappear.
#poem #dannunzio #review
In the sea of light
Darkness stepped on my shadow.
I was found
In your arms
A kingdom of sorrow.
Death is at my doorstep
I won’t survive again
Your last kiss
Your last kiss
Will shake my soul.
I disappear.
#poem #dannunzio #review
Words from an oppressed to an oppressed
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
You are sold,
You sold yourself,
By your own hands,
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
To to a free person,
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
Yeah he is free,
But still a slave of his mind,
His own ego which he has made,
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
You both are sold,
I am crazy I am crazy,
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
I am naked I am naked,
You are wearing clothes,
They are your status,
Ha Ha Ha Ha
But they are prison,
You are prisoner,
Ha Ha Ha Ha
Lord! Save this world.
Save me! Save us all!
#martian #review #prose
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
You are sold,
You sold yourself,
By your own hands,
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
To to a free person,
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
Yeah he is free,
But still a slave of his mind,
His own ego which he has made,
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
You both are sold,
I am crazy I am crazy,
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
I am naked I am naked,
You are wearing clothes,
They are your status,
Ha Ha Ha Ha
But they are prison,
You are prisoner,
Ha Ha Ha Ha
Lord! Save this world.
Save me! Save us all!
#martian #review #prose
Fishermen
For the warmth of your fire I keep you close,
Seeking a desire that is in a way, enclosed.
Elevating my temperature higher,
Flooding my veins, overdosed.
Yet to discover the element,
the source of the energy you acquire,
But Who am I to read beyond the written?
to get it disclosed.
Isn't the mystery of pulling a wire,
that keeps the fishermen skin grow drier ?
Or is the glass still water leaving the twisted thrill exposed?
#Review #Aj #peom #everyone
For the warmth of your fire I keep you close,
Seeking a desire that is in a way, enclosed.
Elevating my temperature higher,
Flooding my veins, overdosed.
Yet to discover the element,
the source of the energy you acquire,
But Who am I to read beyond the written?
to get it disclosed.
Isn't the mystery of pulling a wire,
that keeps the fishermen skin grow drier ?
Or is the glass still water leaving the twisted thrill exposed?
#Review #Aj #peom #everyone
Sacred and lost
In the night,
I see you again.
And then you are lost.
Your indifference in this glass
I was among the ghosts of my selves
I was a drop.
I remember your face and the wine
And you were just a mirror
Of my countless desires.
Are you, the rest of my will?
Are you, the Woman I chased?
Or you are the plague
The final judgment of my soul
Unborn thoughts are chasing me
Like your arms, your dreamy easy
Chasing me, in the fearful night.
#review #dannunzio #poem #love
In the night,
I see you again.
And then you are lost.
Your indifference in this glass
I was among the ghosts of my selves
I was a drop.
I remember your face and the wine
And you were just a mirror
Of my countless desires.
Are you, the rest of my will?
Are you, the Woman I chased?
Or you are the plague
The final judgment of my soul
Unborn thoughts are chasing me
Like your arms, your dreamy easy
Chasing me, in the fearful night.
#review #dannunzio #poem #love