*LOVE CARNAGE*

Morning my long lost love
Humble and cute like Mr. Dove
Meeting you was making a move
Calculative and majestic just as we drove

To the other world of romance
To wine and dance full to embrace
1cm away is my social distance
Loving you needs a unique entrance

Sobbing tears of love and joy
You my precious baby toy
To keep you safe just like the convey
And protect every move till end of the day

A talent to love you
A hobby to miss you
A desire to think about you
And admiration always to be with you

Every part of you is growing just like the titi
Gorgeous and curvy body you posses
Round small sexy soft vital face you owe

I guess the juicy soft ass will overcome the missionary
Penetrate the anniversary of lust with you
Share every glass of wine n taste my love on your lips

Crawl down to my pants and give it a blow job
Share every tipsy moment when u horny and carve for my dick

Surrender to my love and allow me to push it further
Help u recall a born day with a style and sweetness
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Many now claim
It was from simple to complex
That all things evolved
And were not created.

They claim it was
Through trial and error
Yet fail to bring the things
that were with mistakes

History recorded that sun
Existed before touchlights;
It also narrated that
Birds were before aircrafts;

The whale that swims
Isn't copied from small boats;
The versatile them too
Have been living before robots.

Isn't their claim the biggest
Miracle that'd be thought of
An unintelligent nothing
Producing an intelligent person.

Like a spade they use
It to uproot the tree of science
Which has been suckling
From the milk of experiments:

They hypothesized that
The Judgement day is false
And made it into law
With no research nor inquiry


#review #AhmadMusa #poem

Two Worlds

Sometimes, our world (word) can collide
That doesn't mean our word (world) cannot rhyme.
Sometimes we lost words to say and go numb
But love is strong and we find our way back aboard.

Sometimes, we beat around the bush
That doesn't mean we are cowards
And sometimes we are so blunt and bruise
But love is strong and forgiveness onward.

#review #poetry #oba

' Just friends '

Stuck in the past
Everlast
Chasing ghosts
move so fast
Flick the switch
Give to ask
If I am wrong
Then you ain't right
U my epiphany
I am surprised

Fly high but fall dry
Like, Love then deny
U ain't my type
I said day and night
You made me a joke
I choked
They all laugh
I m just stupified
Your lies, your comfort
Sipping your camomile
I yell damn you, FML


I am over you
A lost face in the crowd
Have a fucking clue?
I have everything now
I got money
money buys me yous
Money buys more
I keep score
But I am never sure
If I see you again
Over my shoulder
Walking in the rain
Hand in hand
With another man
Will I pretend
Will I let it go
Being 'just friends'

#review #poetry #The_Lost_Poet

Colourful breath

Battlefield of isolated mirage,
Demanding screams freed the captive selfishness.
Possessive voice felt myopic and redundant!
Vulnerable smiles grazing at confidence,
Footprints of stolen rights are already a part of justice
Phallacy vibes allowing them to have a dance in the dark
Bravery morals expect a definitive meanings.
Survival fears praying for splendid air,
Conditional ashes fell slowly like the colourful breath.
Concluding lines said
Merely a silent memory,
Sometimes it is good to be spectator.

#review #poetry #santumonikalita

A Bee to a flower

I circle you day by day
Thy color bright and bold
I yearn for what you hold,
I circle thee night by night
In Luminous, lunar light
Yet thy nature fails you not
For I still crave for what thy has.

A humble bee, I circle ye
Thy luscious self devours me,
I only dream of thy heavenly delight,
For a taste of thy pollen,
a drop of nectar.

Thy humble bee, I circle ye,
I land on thy puffy dust
Filled the my lungs with delicious aroma,
Bent down and took thy seed
Sticky divinity, sweet miracle
I can taste thy wild color!

A humbled bee has had its fill
A humbled bee, I leave ye.
#review #MX #poetry

#review #poetry #smoker

I wondered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er values and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of a golden daffodils
Beside the lake beneath the tree
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze

Continuous as the star that shine
And twinkle on the milky way
They scratched in never ending line
Along the margin of a bay
Ten thousand saw I at the glance
Tossing there heads in sprightly dance

The wave beside them dance but they out did the sparkling leaves the glee
I gazed and gazed but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought

For oft when on my couch l lie
In vacant or in passive mood
They flash upon inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude
And then my heart pleasure fills
And dance with daffodils.

Please analyze this small poem and suggest a title for it

Iwis, black was blackened by none
Why disparage the submerged in black
Obliviating we-uns all from the same ylem.

#review #poetry

thousand words hidden beneath the heart facing the cruel world in drops of tear...the eagerness to blabber all out but the fear to break a heart shed tears...why to bear the words of tear...why to face the incessant pessimism..

- @yushi
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#quote
#AYUSHI_PANIGRAHI

#review #poetry#mallaya

I lost my name and fame
But still I have my own jet
I borrowed lot of money from bank
But never paid money back
Peoples thinks Im loser
But I'm have my own cruiser
I would like to say thanks
To the bank
Bank give me lot of money
And said don't give me back..

Everyone is Anonymous and lost, until they find themselves
__✍Lata Garg #review

#quote
#Aarushi
#review
Pretending to do something takes more power, time and effort than actually doing it. Stop pretending, start doing.

Sometimes pretending is the only thing to do when you know truth will hurt someone you love.

It is said that if you care about someone, always tell them the truth but that truth seldom ends up in a good place. More often than not, people can't see the truth, look the other way or simply ignore it.

Such is the way a human being is. The more imperfect it is, the happier it will be...
Because truth is not everyone's cup of tea.

#review

#The_Lost_Poet

Why strive for a love
That won't be reciprocated.

Though you may see
All sorts of gestures.

They're not for care
But to adorn their images.


#AhmadMusa #review #poem

A Reminder

People can be mean to people,
It's a law of the universe,
Especially for the weak and the feeble.
So work hard,
Be among the rich, be successful
And never forget,
To be a gent and be humble.

#review #poetry #oba

#review #persephone #poetry

AM I Right?

They say be quiet
They say you'll get your rights
They say men don't bite
Then why am I so scared to go out alone at night?

They say sexism is just our paranoia
They say these women are anania
They say the abuse will go away
If there isn't a word you'd say.

But how long should we endure this pain?
Karma'd throw our menses on you like a rain
I know you don't like it when say these words
What makes you think "fuck" and "slut" are any better?

Isn't it misogynistic of you to say
That periods aren't pure
Those people feel the pain for giving birth to such assholes
And this pain's something you can't even endure.

Am I right?
Or not?
I'm sure you'd say
That I'm wrong.
Of course I'm a girl and I shouldn't have a say
Whether I wanna live my life in a better way.

I'm sure being a 'man' would teach you how to 'love' better
I've heard these lovers being the ones to instigate suicide letters
But half of the world is out there is ready for a witch hunt
When I share my poems to you, I risk a stunt

To the crowd who loves to stay quiet because it isn't you
I'd wish you to be in front of hitler instead of the jews
But conclusion would say that you got no fault
You are just encouraging the rapists out there, that's all

And it isn't as a big a crime as having a vagina
God give you some wisdom, I pray to goddess Athena
The way patriarchy has rotten our souls
That these people expect us to sit at home,
with a kid in womb and forget our goals.

I'm sure it isn't as big a deal for you
Because I'm the one here who's being accused
Of doing something , which apparently is a mistake
Whether you believe it or not, our species is at stake.

Am I right?
Or not?
I'm sure you'd say
That I'm wrong
Of course I'm a girl and I shouldn't have a say
Whether I wanna live my life in a better way.

Quietly quietly..
i smoulder and burn,
The void inside, feeding on me..

Shackles of society,
Straining me numb.
Debts of duty,
a burden to bear.
Weighing me
dragging me
Down
...down
......down

Quietly quietly..
I seethe and rage,
The void inside, gaining on me.
Ever empty eyes,
Devoid of joy
stare through,
Their fake smiles, subtle ploys.

Quietly quietly..
I weep inside,
sobbing in silence
Muffling my screams
Regrets of choices
Of drowning my dreams

quietly quietly..
I smoulder and burn,
The void inside, feeding on me.


#review #AwaraAmber #thoughts

Sarcastic

I do not have much to tell the world,
So I pose,
I write gibberish words,
That will show case me as an intellectual,
I write how dark my life is,
Then once finished, I will ask mom
"Why my coffee is cold today ?"
I write how I miss the one I love,
Then I go text my 5 concubines,
I would say, I don't want attention,
But I go seek and suck up on everything.

Deep inside I would know that,
I'm mediocre and want to be appreciated,
But the only way I could do that,
Is pose.
Lies, fakes and utter non sense to
Make myself feel,
How great am,when im nothing.

#review #poem. #modernday poets

I used my money to Creat my empires
But some people destroy this and give me flowers
I don't know how do take revenge on them
But one day I will destroy them

They have taken away my business from me.
But I know the whole world with me
Some people call me a fugitive.
But one day I will proof that I'm native.

Nobody feel my pain
Because may be in future I will go in jail
IPL will start from tomorrow
But I'm not there because of covid

All guys pray for me
I wil return and pay back all money
And review my poetry
Than you will get a job in my factory..
( don't take last line seriously)

#review #poetry #mallaya

The world is a void, the darkness all the miseries
You give, you get and you get what you give.
Build your walls, draw your lines,
But break the one. That one that stops you.

The thorn that pricks you from touching your soul.
The storm that scares you from riding the waves of life.
The heart that pumps hate in your blood,
Trapping your delicate words, choking you up.

The wall you built, you break it down
Start to love, and start to own
Be your own wrecking ball,
Easier said, but you won't fall.

Start to love your self. Start to own your self.
Be your wrecking ball, and break the wall for good.
- #Gayathry

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#review #poetry #collaboration #Volfortat #The_Lost_Poet

A Girl of a unknown land,
In the winter a scarf she had.
But a fang, like a little lamb,
between a tree she sat.
Questioning the intrinsic value,
of being alive and obligations.
Her beauty would knife you,
until you're out of sensations.

She asks the light if she can stay
Her mind is blank, thoughts disarrayed
Longing to find her role in this play
She's a weakened spirit and fades.

Her eyes look up with her soul well worn
A heavy heart and a recurrent sigh is the norm
But a mystical smile cuts through her scorn
Tears that cut her cheeks now be pearls that adorn.

But sudden was the feeling that goes,
As the water in a blink of an eye flows,
That same question perpetuating,
For which her misery she was reverberating

"I don't exist, as such i deny my existing.
I don't believe as a being i am living,
not for my own rambling apart sinning.
And such existence isn't a bell ringing.
i deny it for you because you need belief
And this mediocre existence is but a leaf."

And a being, no man, from the sky appeared:
"Don't worry, child for you have yet to sin,
but no greater than man's own selfish beard.
I am not a dictator nor an atrocious god nor grim,
You shall from me expect no face within afraid"
These were the words from which god was made.

"I only take from you, your freedom, faith i request,
And thinking is prohibited," — He said.

But as she thought and thought, patience was over,
And then she said: "I want a mind with no rover"
And by her heart, she followed, denying god once more,
Denying her fate, her treason to herself and her lore.
For she is not too late, and as such she went,
God's disappearing, to heaven him she had sent.