#poetsontumbr

[ajaymehta6180]

In terms of heart and mind fight i always choose her, because the heart wants her and the mind knows her. And in the end conclusion are always equal.

[noeltopia]

golden days (i)

im not sure ive

ever seen you

around here before.

the coppery gold

of your hair

catches my eye

in the afternoon sun

and i like the way

it shimmers as

you bob your head

my way,

catching my gaze.

i turn away, but

the memory of

the way your hair

shone that day

doesnt stray far from

the forefront of my mind

for a long while.

[laconteurakshita]

Sugar and Honey

He kisses me.

I shiver.

'Don't', I whisper

'My lips are tarnished

With scars of men

who touched them

Before you did"

He touches my lips.

I quiver

Gently traces them

With his finger

'I didn't taste any of it

Maybe they took all the dust

There was

And left behind

the sugar and honey for me'

[katphorisms]

Thank you for making me feel, even if it was just for a while. It means I am capable of so much more.

[sol-liloquy]

unrequited

His voice is low he speaks to me in song lulling my heavy heart to peaceful slumber

His laughter fills the room easily the vibrations cascade through my whole body, jolting me awake Reminding me I’m still there still alive

His eyes twinkle with every word he says When he talks about the things he loves The things that make him smile

But never have i ever heard those perfect lips of his utter my name.

[dysfunctionalintentions]

I'm a writer who is simply learning how to write again. I am so inspired by the world, but sometimes I feel so small when I read the words of others they seem so powerful and me? And me? What can I say that hasn't already been said? I lost my fire and I can't quite say I found it yet. You see this is different. This is a rekindled love. You know the one that's always there, the one you always come back to because it gives you great comfort, the one you only come back to when you are extremely sad or overwhelmed with happiness. I don't know how to live with writing. I don't know how to write about life if it isn't about sadness. I've been sad all my life for reasons I couldn't explain even if I wanted too. And I can't keep coming back to write only when I'm sad. You see, I'm simply a writing who is learning to live again.

[grateful2018]

instant gratification has chained me, my wrists are bruised as I struggle to become free, My name is slave but I serve society. The clay that doesn't belong to me but my master, I made prisoner My hands scream enough They beg me to curve, to fold my fingers into prostration They say oh human, listen, GOD forgives the unforgivable My hands pained, scold me Wake up O human wake I wake frozen My reality shivers and shakes It crumbles I am surrounded by the burning hell fire I want to scream but I am hollow, but my hands they scream BLINK BLINK BLINK Oh God, do you hear me? Your lowly slave is calling on you. Oh God, I know I am unworthy of you, but each time I call on you, you listen to my materialistic cravings and worldly deals. Oh God I cry to you about this world, but my tears become selfish when I remember Kerbala. How can I forget the tragedy of my ancestors, am I Muslim? Dear God, what kind of slave am I of yours to pray at the last hour, when night becomes day and while the darkness is beginning to creep I make the call for prayer. My prayers do not deserve your presence Lord. My Lord, I cannot even fulfil the worship you made obligatory for me. You thought about the benefits to my soul, but I am blinded. You do not need my prayers, but I need them, I am so blind. Oh Lord, the darkness you have created makes my sins invisible to the public eye. My sins so hidden that people think I am a believer, but if they knew the depth and breadth of my misdeeds they would not recognize me. Oh Lord, you save me every moment of my life, you rescue me, the worth you give me I do not deserve but you the Almighty are kind to this lowly slave. This lowly slave is powerless but acts powerful in front of your creation. Dear God, only you know who I truly am, even I do not understand the trenches of my heart. I am less than a grain of sand in this grand universe of yours I am unable to grasp. Dear God, I feel miserable without you in my life, but I feel so stuck in my own old ways. Oh God, your lowly slave has become weak. Oh Lord, I humble myself before you and your creation. I ask, How is it that my soul does not ache That my body does not break Under the weight of sins Are my eyes not tired of deceit Are my ears bleeding Is my heart black My feet dragging as I abuse my body Am I dying I say enough Enough I am weak Enough I am unintelligent Enough I am ignorant Enough