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Oak sprouts from soil,
leaves dangiling on the tree,
Sit, and watch happen.
Haiku
 Nov 2014 Nithya Venkat
Kylie
Relentless buzzing,
Eagerness to make contact,
The thrill of the chase.

Mushy sweet nothings
Hugs and kisses, I love you.
Honeymoon period

Fingers hovering,
keypad ready and waiting-
"Read with no reply"

Three successive beeps
One minute of hanging on,
Calls never returned.

Desperate beeping,
Threats of violence and suicide,
Curtain call for love.
 Nov 2014 Nithya Venkat
PrttyBrd
Knowing you love me
Is exquisitely painful,
My fervid desire
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10w senryu
Without you, my heart,
Sun is bleeding as it falls,
New moon is broken.
 Nov 2014 Nithya Venkat
CapsLock
I should've guessed, I should've known.
If there's a lightning, thunder will come.

That I was a guest, this wasn't my home,
but I was just too afraid to be alone.

Winds might change after tomorrow
and the sea my pain could somehow swallow.

But today there's this mountain of sorrow,
that blocks the sun, and makes me feel hollow.
All I want for Christmas
is some food to eat.
Oh what a treat
to have some meat.

All I want for Christmas
is clean water to drink,
stuff that doesn't stink,
that would be cool I think.

All I want for Christmas
is the bombs to stop,
no more to drop.
That would be the top.

All I want for Christmas
is for our food to grow,
the plants we sow
now that would be a show.

All I want for Christmas
is to be free to learn.
Not to be a germ
because I want to learn.

All I want for Christmas
is some medication.
and some dedication
from the United Nation.

All I want for Christmas
is to grow up strong.
Am I so wrong
wanting to belong.

All I want for Christmas
is some equal rights
and somewhere to sleep
through the coldest nights.

All I want for Christmas
is to earn a crust.
With employers
that we can really trust.

All I want for Christmas
is a chance at life
for a man and wife
not to live in strife.

All I want for Christmas
is oh so far away
and on this day
this is what I pray.
12th Nov 2014
I’ll endeavour to look brightly now.
Knees bouncing and brittle,
No ginger treading in the endless streets.
These footsteps clink like charms
Through all of the peaceful, curtained slumbers.

And I sing, you see,
To myself, and only me.
I sing my sorrow like an exorcism
And it leaves.
I am free, I am here now.

My shadow is so joyfully invisible,
But I am here.
Aren’t I?
I promise I am here.
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