#firstpoem

[crownwriter]

Arrogance

You claim to know it all

But do you really at all

You claim you know who we are

But do you know what we know

You make a mistake

I tell you why with a smile

You think you know it all

Think you know nothing wrong

I tell you of your flaws

You tell me with pride that you have none

I tell you the truth

You tell me i am wrong

You claim to know it all

But do you really at all

You claim you're above mistakes

But do you know the risk you take?

[pinkpeachlibrary]

:) first one do read

There's always a window

I am peeping out of it!

Looking for my lost friends and my old memories,

looking for my my good old days and finding myself,

But one day,Sunshine touched my soul.

And Now I'm looking for my dreams and finding the purpose of my life.

~A :)

[athembele]

NO NAME

Blinded by her curves 

Now I have to calm my nerves

Got high over her physique

Is this a new technique

Eyes wide open ,I can not blink

Mind disturbed, I can not think

In a state of confusion

Lost i can't find the right conclusion

What have I just seen

A beautiful angel like teen

Hours later I am still amazed

I'm pretty sure the whole world gazed

Poetry can not explain

All it would do is complain

What I just saw was an angel in disguise

And nothing about her I despise

-Athi N

[pumpkinqueen99]

The Cat

Click

The girl danced among the autumn leaves

Capturing the sprirt l of the sleepy afternoon sky

It’s soul mapped out like stars onto glossy snapshots

Vivid hues of violet and magenta all bled together like  watercolors across a page

Dim emerging stars were waking from their slumber

All immortalized in a single photograph

Kept alive forevermore

Click

The girl approached a brick wall 

Forgotten and eroded with age

Smiling pitifully with rows upon rows of jagged teeth

Click

The girl gazed dreamy-eyed at the bleeding orange moon 

Her caramel hair spilling  in the wind

A flicker of wonder sparked deep in her dewy brown eyes

She mingled  with the twilight like a long lost friend

Click

The girl perched herself on the wall

It’s decaying brick face crumbling like a stale pastry

Kissing her hands and knees with tiny indigo bruises

Click

The girl tiptoed along the endless length of the wall

Her camera eagerly pulsated, craving to create something beautiful

It’s electronic warmth seething against her skin in the biting autumn chill

Click

A menacing silhouette approaches

As silent and eerie as a shadow 

A tiny beast stalking in the dark

Meow

The creature announced its presence 

It daintily crossed its paws as it settled next to the girl 

Her smile gapped between her rosy cheeks 

The creature flicked its tail, unimpressed 

Click

The wall shuddered dangerously as the girl shifted her weight

The concrete slowly decomposed around her

Like a carcass left to rot 

The girl prepared to shoot one last picture

Her final masterpiece

Click

The girl’s lifeless body collapsed among the fallen leaves 

Her soft white skin painted with gore

She was nothing but a husk now 

An empty vessel of torn flesh and cracked bones

The creature stalked towards her , pleased 

Another soul another notch in its belt

The  blackness of the polaroid started to fade

A horrifying creature with insidious black holes for eyes and razor blades for teeth displayed across its gleaming surface 

The creature purred with delight 

It has never looked so beautiful

[the-scripted]

This is my first poem which I wrote when I was in 6th standard (at present I study in 9th standard).

Truly those were the golden days when our life was a smooth sea, no worries, we would endlessly keep sailing. When the biggest problem of our lives were homework and tests. When everyone were our true friends.

But as we grow up we see life in a complete different way. It is no more a smooth sea, it becomes a sea that is filled with tornadoes, hurricanes and has end number of wild sea animals. We get mature. We no more have to deal with problems like homework and tests. Huge battles are waiting for us.

No matter how your life reveals itself always keep the child in you alive.

[bloggingwithmalvika]

Day 2

If I met my seven year old self today, I wonder what I’d say, Would I tell her good times are coming, Or about the demons in the day?

If I met my seven year old self today, I wonder what I’d see, Would I see the light shining in her eyes, Or her dreams never meant to be?

If I met my seven year old self today, I wonder what she’d think Would I be all she expected to be, Or is there a missing link?

If I met my seven year old self today, I know what I would crave To see the world from her eyes again, To not be hanging under time’s glaive.

[mywrittenworldstuff-blog]

Promised by your lips

your lips, vastly flushed

like roses, oh so red

with a voice overly hushed

as from your mouth the words they bled

trembling under my fingertips

telling me your greatest secrets 

before you kissed my lips

and promised me 

my happy end

[articulated-patato]

I wrote a poem,feedback required please.

her eyes like violets,

and hair like rosses,

do you really exist,

or it is just my mind giving assist,

well,whatever it is,

i wish it never ends,

may one day we both dance at our wedding's ends,

than i may decide,

it is violet or just blue,

is it roses or just red,

well whatever it is,

i just hope that day never ends.

-//violets and roses// by adarsh singh

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