Long Bed sheet Poems

I have slept but I have not slept
I have not slept but I have slept
For the first time in two years
I slept without a word of care
No codes, no crossroads
No railroads, no shiploads
No lizards no...

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TRIPLET

     Which I wish to TELL
     is fact not at all TALE.
     ‘Comet grows a TAIL’.
       ...

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In despair, I contemplate
ending my miserable disease-ridden life!
My body is damaged beyond repair
And so intense is the anguish that I can barely bear.
I'm a worthless mess helpless , a broken man and
my future is just...

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To look back now,?to the times when I was young,?there were so many unknowns?that the girl I was ?didn’t realize existed.?I did not know?if I could ever trust a man to care.?I did not know?if...

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That Vow, To Yet Again Walk Forested Trails

In forest deep, wondrous gems lay hidden
yet lay he there, in great pain bedridden.
Through his window he could see forest edge
hopes he had, soon became a solemn pledge.
Some...

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1.
the crystallised handkerchief 
of one’s span of life

your handloom-bird brings with its lips 
some musical notation of the nimbus  

holding that waves within the heart 
how much growth does occur 
to the sandal-line of...

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1. 
observing the ardent eagerness of the wind 
it is clearly understood 
that nascent pollens are overflowing 
the niche of her heart  

in response to the signals of the river 
she keeps on ringing...

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He cursed himself for accepting the dare.  He never believed in ghosts or haunted houses. He thought it was an easy way to make a few bucks if he spent a night in a...

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In ye old days of yore on Malaga's dreary shore
An untidy castle rimmed by salty moor
Housed a lonely, oft-drunk matador
In briny marsh grazed no sheep, but wild pigs three score
Staggering oft around soggy, muddy estate...

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morning of new day of the Year-2020
I don't find the bed-sheet of fogs around me
this morning is not new to me
this fairness of dawn is not new
everything and everyone as usual activated

last night 11: 59...

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An amber light from a flower lamp,
Shrouds the room, 
With a missing a petal,
The 75 watts bulb pierces it like a stigma,
There's an old mattress lying on the floor,
The brown cold floor with the smell...

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    I planned  a trip to tropical island
    accompanied by a group of close friends.
    On way, one night we were compelled to spend
 ...

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Forgotten Hero

I was awesome;
destined to be rich and famous when I grew up.
Until that happened, 
I settled for being a superhero…


And I was!


I was untouchable.
Bulletproof.
So fast you couldn’t even see me,
and faster still in my...

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You tell me there are things that you can’t say
		Without bruising your tongue, some things
That you repeat in your head like videos of blurred suicides.
		Each face the bullet goes through resembles your own.
You tell me...

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IV

A soul was broken to make room
For dusty halls and labyrinths.
A gossamer, nylon bed-sheet shroud
Enwraps the remnants of that mind.
And no excuses can be made; 
This disease does not justify that one.
I do not sleep...

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After the party, I found in a stupor, my old bed 
getting tired of lasting confinement, decided to fly out.
On wings of the bed-sheet turning into a soaring swan
it started to flutter away before I...

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I stay in bed, with my insomniac head like withdrawal from you as my crack pipe.

 You right across the bed sheet, next to my feet. 

I keep my eyes on the blink so I...

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i will tell you words,
that will make your soul to faint,
for i am not a saint,
Been living life, like a labyrinth.
I felt love,and i needed it to last,
but you were on a mission to satisfy...

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Out of my be jeweled gown,
A well-tailored dark brown,
I smugly lie down,
My brow releasing from its academic frown…

Now, I’m a package on a fluffy bed sheet,
Any flesh would hurriedly greet,
Speedily decide to meet, 
At it...

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Cold walls line the filthy, darkened highway underground,
A breathless void, where daylight never makes a sound.
No leafy shroud to cloak my weary, rugged frame,
Dilated eyes, weak, trembling, and steeped in nameless shame.

I stagger on, my...

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I have to become something
It will iron out my faults
Like a shirt with too many creases that still needs to be worn 
I’m a bed sheet with too many stains and too many folds from...

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The wandering clapping minstrels are akin to bees on a bed sheet. Webs are rarely over when woven from iron. But iron can be melted. Thus eradication is often a purpose of a very mild...

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One night I found the old bed I used to sleep on, 
got tired of lasting confinement, decided to fly out.
On wings of the bed-sheet turning a soaring swan
it started to flutter away before I...

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______________

The heroine dresses herself with pleasure, 
makes bed, and awaits her beloved
_________________

Wearing bashfulness, concealed joy,
Nigh impatient, blushing, no less coy,
Lips quivering in excitement
To embrace ultimate moment,
Feet ready to break into dance,
Bed to door and back...

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Locking the door is useless,
for he has a key...

Will that sliver of light
become a wider slice tonight,
or not?

Bed sheet covers are but flimsy barriers,
easily thrown off
by hands—

Hard working hands 
that roam where they should not

Tuck...

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