Best Deprived Poems

She looks at him and whispers, "I'm afraid of falling."
     He smiles at her and replies, "I'll catch you."


A poem was brewing in my head
like the tea bag in my cup
drowning in roiling water
Ribbons of steam spiraling up

Two sweet verses had...

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Everything is not always just black and white
hidden beneath what we think we know 
are the blurred version of what is really real 
and what we perceive to be real…

Our hopes and dreams might not manifest 
in the way we envision them 
but somehow between...

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I can’t rid of the bags under my eyes
The crowfeet despise, all were lies,
Conjured was an illusion of you
Throughout my groping confusion
evasive, flimsy
A-m-o-r-p-h-i-c, innuendos 
I was subjected to your derision 
dissing me relentlessly
deriding my appearance,
disparaging my intellect
as I stumbled and fell into the abyss 
Mocking...

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I died when you denied our love a chance.
You went on avoiding me, breaking my heart.
Like a pearl locked in an oyster,
You have sealed your heart, barring entry.
What currents flow through your heart?
What eddy churns and gyrates there?


Do the thoughts of our love now linger...

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What is the shore without the sea
Aimlessly wondering watery dreams
Deferred desolate depressed empty
Is how I am without love in me

That one true love for which one is blind
Without it there is darkness blackest of times
Is like a blue bird without a heart song
No white wind...

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When all the Earth's a bed & all the world's asleep,
When you dream of conquering the world,then shove away the thought & let the unheard alarm go beep, because obviously,big dreams require longer sleep,
When you dim your lights despite the birds chirping outside,
When you concur...

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Slowly he rolls the tyre,
to and fro,
with his pants on,
Laughing with his other 
counterparts,
His dirty pants,
Shown in the noon,
Like a rag,
He saw his mother,
And shouted,
Mother!
Where is my father?
Where did he go?
when will he come back?
When will i wear a shirt?
When will i sleep on a...

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When the sun refused to give in to season
Where were you?
Why did you eat poisonous food?
When the wind blew crisis around us
What step did you take?
When religion, race, politics and personality 
Gave in to instrument of deprivation
Acceptance was not obscure to view
When relatives, friends, colleagues...

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Dear, you have just observed
the surrounding you are in,
now stand to be someone
to cover a thorny path, long far
dear, loneliness is no matter
and if no one helps you
in your difficulties,
if no one sings for you
in your victories,
step ahead with virtues,
keep vices far from you;

Insert your...

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Although filled with greens
A land deprived of people
So terrifying...

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I open the ornate gate that takes me to you
as I follow the tree lined path that twists and turns
the sounds of life hush and only bird songs can be heard
I pass headstones old with fading inscriptions some falling over
but the one I seek is...

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Deprived (sleep)

The small green light
on the radio dial... 
glares at me in the dark. 
It is like a lazar light show going off. 
I threw it out the next day. 
I bought a new one, 
and went on my way. 

Night came, 
and I went...

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Think for once why you lost him, twice why you kissed me
	And thrice why you met me – patient how much should I be?
	To endure this, pain but as pain and plague at full cry;
	Within the borders of this life when everything is just so...

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Displays deepest mind 

And a resolute that endeavor 

Yet memories were treacherous and sere 

Sound of silence startled ear 

Disconsolate linger chasten'd more fair 

Eclipsing taunting the innocent air 

Pale rigid faces leave hollow empty traces 

Retrace chains endure 

Inspite of time revealed 

Vague imprinted...

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I can't think 
of what to write 
right now.
So I'll start 
by saying this.
and maybe after
then I'll remaster
and change a bunch of it.
The pen just follows
me around
when I begin to write.
As I think of nothing
I know I can now
fall asleep tonight...

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