Hone Poems - Poems about Hone

Tujhse shikaayat nahi rakhti main, Tere manaane ka andaaz, Kaafi pasand hai mujhe Har baat kitni gaur se sunta hai tu meri, Sochti hoon, badle mein aisa kya doon tujhe? Kuch aisa... Ki tujhe dekhkar samundar bhi pighal jaaye, Kuch aisa... Ki chaand apni roshni mein kho jaaye, Kuch aisa... Ki taare bhi apni chamak bhool jaayein, Kuch aisa... Ki raaste apni manzil kho dein, Kuch aisa... Ki raat...

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trademark green on white "Welcome to Colorful Colorado" me and the Sangre De Cristos march across the border and Mt Blanca rises to greet us smooth and elegant as a wedding cake draped with fondant majestic and proud above the clouds in my heart she strikes the home chord deeper than the tourist town I dip in and out of it's...

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Just like a politician I'm suspicious of that golfer is always trying to improve his lie...

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I've never learned to change a tire. It's not a skill I wish to acquire. If stuck I'm always going to hire.. Also, can't change my car's oil, perhaps I was a bit spoiled. Cooking I botch, even with foil.. Couldn't dance til I took aerobics. I've always been math a phobic. Don't have the patience to be stoic.. There's just one skill I'd...

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Ohhhh,what a handsome, beautiful boy!! Niwaha Ivan,born in the no village a head Vicinity of the forest breeze Every morning,birds singing Hooooo, Ivan is woken up,go to fetch water Before you go schooling Hhhjjj,born in a family of the mighty guys The father,master,not only that,but a professional guy Married to a wonderful colorful lady Bonding me out,as a baby boy Ivan grows, attend to school In the...

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My mind was once tranquil lavender... an equal blend of blue and red. Sometimes a tone darker or lighter depending upon the issue at hand- Recently its blooming only one color. Because I've been told over and over. To shut up-to not think independently. To follow in lockstep the smoke and the bleating. Think only like the riotous others... and to this, the louder...

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Don't bother ringing me on the phone cause I'm in the kitty cat zone. Can't you see? Leave me a lone. The kitty cat zone. I'm not over joyed now that you're home. My tail's not wagging for a bone. What do you mean to watch my tone? The kitty cat zone. This relationship you want to hone?...

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Delicate thought-streams unfold like a crane to a flat piece of paper. That something so exquisite could come to life in this dead place. Writing my lover's name with bloody fingers; waiting for you to hone another blade for me....

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