Lament to the lady
Waking up to kindred cry,
I did not know why.
Embraced by many though,
Little did I know.
Lays there the lady still,
To touch her I did not have the will.
Sitting in the corner alone,
My heart has grown nothing but stone.
I wish I knew her more,
My memories of her have turned sore.
Tears roll down my cheek,
Agony was at its peak.
Surrounded by many yet I was in the dark,
As I realized I have lost my spark.
Dreading the life without her I will get,
How can my mind forget?
How could I have foreseen,
Where has she gone, my queen.
Up there - she is with the angels,
Shielding us against all dangers.
As I jot this down with heavy heart,
The little memories I...
What can we say as we swing and sway for longing and for lust
We skip around, make the sounds but in the end it's dust
You push me down, spin me round come close to you I must
You dance away, this game we play while metal turns to rust
Our bodies yearn we take our turn, what in life is just
A sea of sheets as ours eyes meet, my dress I do adjust
The suckling at her breasts....
Kneading them to resurface a lust much similar to the one nibbling on his hungry eyes...
getting to taste it on his quivering lips !
Twirling his thick fingered claws inside of her...
nailing at her parching will...
As if looking for some reimbursement on his miserably failing life !
Pushing deep hard inside tearing the mid air dooming reverie of her strife... flowing warm from her heart vaporising her senescence dry !
And thereafter ;
Turning his sight on her shaking reddened body...
As if it was not the same woman who lied on his now depriving side...
through those nights.... ;
When their laughs echoed peeking out of the silver gazing windo...
“ Years have passed until she decided to love again. This time, she loved herself.”
How can no one see
The tears she wiped secretly?
How can no one hear
The scream she tried to stop?
How can no one feel
The pain she felt?
How can no one understand
The way she faked her happiness?
How can no one point out
The number of sacrifices she made?
How can no one speak
The only word she want to hear?
How can no one hear
The only thing she got to say?
How can no one identify her,
When she is always there, somewhere near us,
The one person who gave her everything,
So that you could get everything.
Why, oh why, did I leave you behind?
Good friends like you are too hard to find
We fit together like gum to a shoe
It took me years to find someone like you
I miss our game nights, and our lunch dates
I miss the silly looks on your face
You are someone I can be me with
I thought a friendship like ours was only a myth
Something in movies or on pages of books
We do Stupid things and get lots of looks
Thrift stores, estate sales, gay bars, arcades
We have so much fun on our escapades
But now thousands of miles come between
Me and my best friend, where do I lean?
I would venture to guess that anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
Bra strap showing. Disgusting enough?
Too young to know how life is created?
How tits grow under her top gives you a fucking problem?
Your boobs are tedious, strip further !
Well, what is the answer, to the question of your lust?
How fine are your hands at stripping the strap and unhooking it?
How superior are your hands, when it comes to undressing her clothes and give a forced entry?
She is not a sealed container that has been purchased,or a product with a vision to pleasure..
If her doors are locked, you cannot welcome yourself inside.
All she wants is someone to hold her up,to see her and understand her pain,a conversation to happen,
But it was your filth that roame...
A wraith of her scent
Trailed behind her as she moved
Lilacs mixed with sex.
*The Scent Of A Woman*
#wraith #WildWondrousWords #JanWWWChallenge
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Glamour and lights, lipsticks and eye shadows, artificial and trendy looks which I thought would make me standout,
Just became trivial to me untill I saw her.
Her face was lusturous without blush on her cheecks.
Her smile was her lipstick.
Her salwar suit,
A red head cover and,
wooden bucket hanging on her shoulders made her look delightful.
Her sparkling eyes conveyed the unsaid.
Her toil in those tea gardens made her standout completely.
I found out then, How to standout.
Chasm between friends
From politics to handguns
We'll never agree
Immigration, race, women
You thinking your views Trump mine.
#chasm #WildWondrousWords #JanWWWChallenge
A tanka because too many words/lines/syllables for a haiku
I, your lifegiver
Die a little each time you
Say you want its end.
#LifeGiver #JanuaryFalls #PoetryChallenge
You should take
when it comes to her.
You do not see that
she is more than just
skin and bones.
She could love
A whole universe
She is more than
She could possibly
be the death
People think that she is tight-lipped,
May be they are right,may be they are wrong,
Or may be she is just a person with the grimy past
with urge to tell,with a urge to forget...
Judging and crushing her at every step won't be enough,
She will keep on facing this barbarous world with the mask of sunshine smile with the darkest nightmare behind....
Because grave is never the end of evil...
Har Roz Mai Rab Se Sikha Na Tha,
Iss Waqt Ne Jitna Sikha Diya,
Jitna Na Socha Tha Kabhi,
Iss Waqt Ne Utna Dikha Diya,
Jindagi Ke Maaiene Badal Gye,
N Jaane Kab Apno Ke Aaine Badal Gye
Jindagi Nai Badi Baji Joh Mari,
Waqt Ko Nazar Jaise Koi Buri Si Laagi,
Ek Roz Ka Sapna Apna Tha,
Waqt Ne Badala Aisa Jaise Na Koi
Apna Tha Na Koi Adhura Sapna Tha,
Har Roz Ki Tarah Zindagi Adhuri Thi,
N Jaane Q Sapno Mai Chur Thi Fir Bhi Ye Neend Adhuri Thi..!!
- Shashank K Purohit.
I've never healed all the way
Yet every time I'm on
A road to recovery
Someone comes in
And breaks me a little more
Opens my wounds
Just a little bit larger
Then it was before
Then each time
It get's a little harder
It's all a little hit harder
Then the previous times
And I find myself going under
While I try to save myself
With every breath that I take
I'm hurt and
Slowly fading away
And no one is going
To come and save me
For I am not that
Much to anyone
por um falso amor
Que prometia felicidade
Apenas quando o prazer era suprido
Caos se instalou
Em todo e qualquer canto
E a mente ainda busca o beijo
O toque e cheiro
Do próprio veneno vivo
Talvez queira provar mesmo
Do veneno do qual a matou por dentro
Para, quem sabe, cometer suicídio
Do exterior também
Insônia repleta de culpa
Solidão, frieza e amargura
A dor é a resultante dos sintomas
Que nos leva a falência sentimental
Não mais se deseja senti-la
Logo, a busca insaciável pelo que
Lhe completa agora faz aniversário
Lágrimas não mais caem
Mas sufocam o interior
Ódio, deteriorando o ego,
Destrói tudo aquilo que toca
Corrida em busca do eu