Category: English Poems

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Oak caress.Cutlery slides riverside. Tree felling burns shards of heart Mirrored, the hidden twists and turns.Door lock heavy, open plan, and doors hanged.Lover on the sofa, soft.Breaking expressions, observing encodedStranger.White emulsion thermostat Doorknob metal hook rounded,The tin front demonstration,Media art. Close by small conversationAnd see-through smiles.What does it mean, the content and touchesSound and slides […]

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Steel Yourself

Steel yourself, for the tide will ebb and flow, Not to lunar dispositionsBut to the gravity of the sorrow in your heart. Stand steady, for if not they shall sweep you awayOverwhelming, they will hold you closeAnd drown you in their embrace. Stay strong, for only will and fortitudeShall stay these resilient watersFrom breaking through and […]

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WINTER’S parent

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‘CRUX’ OF OUR ‘CREDIBILITY CRESCENDO’!

“At times, try as we might, we are hardly ever taken seriously!” As go voices of a few in a group tackling this issue very assiduously!Some of these tips here, would guide all along such an arduous pathwayHelping with presence of mind to get led to that ‘path-breaking’ doorway!!Let’s begin ensuring credibility – through our […]

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sometimes the truth is so simple it hurts

Sometimes the truth is so simple it hurts,Because your mind wants to believe anything but,Fabric the ways it could be happening,The ways you let yourself conjure and create,Sometimes wishing it we true just so you could breathe ‘I was right’,Then knowing you’d never want that wish to come true. Sometime the truth is simple,Laid out […]

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privilege and what came after

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RELATIVE yEARS

We toasted our first year with glasses of tap waterAnd discussed our plans at length. We marked our calendar And wrote down other particulars in our diaries –Height, weight, Color of eyes at dusk, The number of finger-steps from your breast to belly button… You started losing pages From your loose-bound diary from the second […]

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Oblivion

Will you forget? You ask. Haven’t you? Already? All the things we had, all the things we dreamt to be? But I don’t really say all that. I look into your eyes. All I see, is fear. Fear of not being so loved. Fear of not finding love again. More so of not being given […]

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Burn Out

Simmer down.What burns bright,Burns out. Ablaze and intolerant;Nothing survives its wrath. From places afar,It’s light invites,Those escaping morbid winters. Frost and darkness,Take many lives,And those who still survive,Travel to any emerging light. They arrive,And accept heat and shelter,Heap praise over fires,Burning bright,In the middle of unforgiving nights. In its comfort,They rest.Lay down their guard;They close […]

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Souls on Fire

Cigarettes is a subject that often interests me and I cannot help but write about them. I don’t hate smokers infact, I envy them. This was written with no moral principle, but just a creative attempt on understanding love for smoking. Hush, don’t speakSuccumb to me, I’ll last more than a weekI’ll make you cryI’ll […]

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Different

It was the 4th of May,No the 5th,And the sun was bright;The grass was green;A Sinatra song was playing,In the radio. She rolled in,In a car with lights.First they came out,And then she followed. The day was still bright,The grass was still green,And Frank was still singing,But she was different. Mellow words,Almost spoken in whispers. […]

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Drop

I’ve lost count.Drop!There one more,Adds to what dropped before. Knock!Someone opens the door,And another story is told.My shoulder,They hold.Listen, speak And repeat once more. Day break!Empty room,Only to realise,Its afternoon. Bed cover clutched,Eyes shut,Day wasted! Sleep then eat,Bus Stop;Workplace;Show face;And dusk again. Random words,ScriptEmpty thoughts,Pain, Pain, Pain,Stained shirts,And there they,Drop again! Picture by Levi Xu […]

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Insomnia

This was written on an insomniac night, when words were trying to make sense, and the night was just too gentle, I would say. It is probably one of my first poems in my searching-for-meaning-in-life phase. Thoughts, mostly intriguing.They occur only during the nights especially when there’s a connection within yourself that you embrace yet […]

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Living

Waking up on the back seat,Of a saturn car,Knowing, I had some dreams left in me;Believing this road is where,I was meant to be;And singing a song,That was playing long before,I was born;Country roads,With folds,Were bringing to my destiny. Memories were being made,And left to be remembered,By those who will remember them,Long after I am […]

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Wallflower

This piece is the closest to my heart. I had written this with a soggy face, in a noisy crowd, in a classroom, as far as my memory goes. I was evolving and I still am. But I will not hesitate to say that I was a beautiful wallflower. Did I mention, that I can […]

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Questions

I always found love a topic too cliche to write on and lust, something that was overly interpreted, so I tried mixing both in hopes of creating something new and something that I would go back and read to my future lovers.You call me at 3 amAnd I succumb you to you, when you’re high.Are […]

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Just Like That

It starts,As a simple indulgence,And before you know it,We are drinking the night away. In such moments of ecstasy,Time has no meaning,It passes without registering,A single tick. Blurred yet vivid,Awake yet amongst dreams,Inhibitions only for those,Left bored with empty glasses. In such nights as I drink,To lose sense of time,Dream with my eyes open,And lose […]

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If pleasure could speak

Pleasure, erotica and fantasies are often associated with sex and lust. I simply wanted to bring out the different acts of pleasures apart from making love and this is the result!If pleasure could speak it would talk About the unimaginable joy,Of biting into that juicy mango in the summer heat.It would describe the hands soaked in […]

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Untitled

Ripped apart,Downstairs she stares.Basket,Rocking chair.Old electrics ring asEnough kitchen contentSwoonsThe devalue of bloodshed.Dish cloth impale.Hands wrung,Dirty juts and cigarette butts.Yellow fronts. BowedDirtying hair.Tablecloth canvasFlash rinse.Liar’s twist.Fun loving blagsIn centres and ends.MirrorsGolden the kitchen sink.Washing up dryWhere quick hits hit.A bass line. BouncingOff it’s silver manuscript.Laughs grin and grindLike flutters,The mopped floorA camera lens.Double-edged.Tomorrow cuts from […]

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The Gardener

Summer heat,Pathway, brickwork,Cry –Touch warm brownOn fingers weightlessStroking through.Green feather frillsOffering endless love. Lain hollow blursLevels. Fast griefEmbeds remains.Dirty rubble Across grainy palms,Drought submerged.CirculationRunning still. Dancing windsStabilise.Dizzy energetic flip around.Each striven flower Scent cuts out.Bare negatives rootDown to drink. Aside the petals Pressed in partsOn that paving stone.Beats the owner,Boot black in blocks,Redder than sweetheartOr […]

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