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a snapper hedge lore
and bet in vicissitudes
that little wife arise up
but a purse string prize
here in the piazza today
that change in her suit
a bra fit
Heeranshi Mishra Oct 2017
A soul wandering, on unknown path,
Got myself under the piled wrath.

Unknown I was of my own destruction skills,
Finding bliss was my aim, so I took no. Of pills.

All I wanted to accomplish my dreams,
So I covered up my mouth and ate up my anxiety screams.

Wanted to fly high, so I started to crawl,
I didnt knew I was crawling against the squall.

Threw away hard, I picked up my shards,
In dilemma I was, what to do next now ? I dont want my dreams, my wishes to be in graveyard.

Craving for yet another magical happening, moving forward on unknown path,
Unknown of my needs, dynamic was my nature ;
So I kept burdening with loaths.

Now when I look back, I know what I needed,
I allure the way I bridged and struggled.

The things I kept within me,
Searched like a wanderer.


©heeranshimishra
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malice so gelidly plated
on the day of the parting
an old fading rose not receiving love
her bitter heart icy in grief

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the fresher bloom captivated
his soul with an exceeding depth
a budding beauty so glorious
of splendour he'd prefer to hold

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words exchanged between
which made for a catty scene
out came the elder woman's claws
wanting to scratch the dahlia's eyes

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and the allure of newer flower
he'd ever keep
as the ancient wrinkles
in time did finally creep
Poetic T Sep 2017
Every bite was venom
on my flesh,
                   corrosive,
making me weak to you.
Then you kissed
                          my lips,
the remedy.
Poetic T Aug 2017
Woeful are the faint breaths
                             of loves allure.

Only to be buried later in
                           shallow graves of misery.
ZOO Jan 2017
Parked behind, a puckered kiss
thy nose holds
chunky rimmed glasses
awed caused strobe effect
a lure hand stroke, made cold fashion
cries as a hare,
sounds like a murderous child
   lures, almost men, to eat.


Creek smiles between boards
odd dimples dare back, chin up
oil barefoot bridge.
Dante Jan 2017
Trees are the veins of the Earth,
Silhouettes against the night.
Trees are the arms of the Earth,
Trying to touch the sky.

If I gaze upon that sight,
Will I too strive higher?
Or be intoxicated,
By the poison of its desire.
drawing the ladies in*
by plying a magnetic charm
the guy possesses
quite an alluring arm

no woman can resist
his pulling potency
that is set on the
highest frequency

he engages a strong
bewitching spell
to motion the females
into enticement's well

a most beguiling
magic he'll employ
in riveting the gals
onto his alloy

the gent's power
is so forceful of zeal
captivating women
*with a striking appeal
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