Tag: short poem
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To write or not to write. And what to write 📝📃✏️✒️🖋️
I think I think, but nothing comes to mind. It feels like I’ve lost it. Have I truly lost the ability to write? Why nothing seems to fit. I stare at the blank space, Hoping to create something. It scares me back with an empty gaze, And I can come up with nothing. I have…
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But why?
I can turn around. But why?Maybe look back and heave a sigh.To ensure, I didn’t walk too far.If you’re still waiting, to say goodbye. I can still fall apart. Can I?Hear another truth, hear another lie.To believe nothing mattersIf you really hated, to see me cry. I can still fake a smile. But why? Hide,…
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Remind me, to forgive
If I can ever forgive you,For the horrible things, you did to me.Remind me, to stay true.Dear love, if I can ever forgive thee,Remind me of the wounds, old and new.Darling, remind me, who were we. This was written in response to the End of Summer Scavenger Hunt Challenge . Thanks to Val for inspiring…
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Jealousy, rebellion and hatred
Jealousy – A Kimo Came across a picture of them, love struck.Jealousy, the green devilStood by my side again. **** Kimo poems are an Israeli version of haiku. Most of the rules are still familiar: 3 lines. No rhymes. 10 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 6 in the third. Rebellion-…
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ये बारिश
ये बारिश मुझे पास बुलाती है, तेरी याद दिलाती हैठंडी हवा छू के निकल जाती है, तेरी याद दिलाती हैअक्सर मुझे वो भी दिन याद आता है, जब तुमने यूँही चलते चलते, मेरा हाथ थाम लिया थाऔर बारिश की कुछ बूंदों ने भी, तुम्हारा साथ दिया था पर वो मौसम भी रुका नहीं, तुम्हारी ही…
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Red
Red is the color of love. Red is the color of passion.Red is the color of courage. Red is the color of religion.Red is the color of hate.Red is the color of anger.Red is the color of blood. Red is the color of danger.Red is the color of fire.Red is the color of desire.Red is…
Midnight Musings 