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 Oct 2021 A Poet
Surkhab
There's this secret box under my bed...
It's for you...yes...for you
When you enter my room...
Please don't draw the curtains
The place holds my darkness and secrets...
It doesn't need the touch of light...
But the flame of the candle will support you...
Take the box and open it
You will find some stuff holding memories
of us from centuries...
Ignore them for a while
Take a look at that bundle of old yellow pages...
These are the poems I couldn't dare to complete
Do me a favor...complete them for me...please
I left spaces for your part
Write about yourself...
Write about us...
The typewriter is still on the table...
These pages do hold my soul and tears...
Do treasure it...it's the last of us
As for the secret box, take it or burn it
When you leave my place...with the poems, with our moments breathing alive in them...
Head towards that park with pink bougainvilleas...
which must be brown now...
Sit on that wooden bench under the banyan tree
And read all those poems containing us...
You will find me alive in those verses...
Give those pages your soul and tears too...
At least we'll be together there
Do not forget taking the last stroll in that park
Because...I have left the town forever.
He got the letter...but she had already left the town...


Just an imagination
 Oct 2021 A Poet
Zoe Mae
Imagine being a poet with nothing to say.
Vacant eyes fixed on your screen all day.
If a lost soul reaches out, you slap them away.
You pretend to be a poet, but you've got nothing to say.
Poets are more than words.
 Oct 2021 A Poet
Salmabanu Hatim
sound of wings flapping
butterfly on window pane
see the flowers bloom.
19/10/2021
 Oct 2021 A Poet
Zoe Mae
Jack O'Lantern's sad
Flickering tears sear his cheeks
Until death he weeps
 Oct 2021 A Poet
Zoe Mae
Dying maple leaves
collect in shallow puddles
Autumn collages
 Oct 2021 A Poet
Aishu
Thump thump
 Oct 2021 A Poet
Aishu
Falling
Asleep
To the
Rhythm
Of my
Heartbeat
 Oct 2021 A Poet
Aishu
Dear self
 Oct 2021 A Poet
Aishu
Dear self,
In losing you

Days seem blurry
Nights seem scary

Heart grows weary
Eyes turn teary

I lost the merry
I lost the power to write my story
 Oct 2021 A Poet
jdmaraccini
Loving me is easier than you think
just like a candlelight dinner with poison in your drink
So, I ask you please never hurt me
if you do I promise you they'll find your body on the floor

When two people fall in love—it's beautiful
but when one cheats on the other
it's time to grab the kitchen knife
run into the room and cut out both their eyes

So, ask yourself a question, should you just take my suggestion
to avoid all future aggression; I hope that you are listening
Or we will drive to the mountains as you're in my trunk pounding
then I stop and start counting all the bullet holes I fire in you

Loving me is easier than it seems
just like the beautiful ocean, drowning as you scream
So, I ask you please never hurt me
cause if you do I promise you they'll find your body on the shore
JDMaraccini
2021

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