My Poems - Poems about My

I sribble yet another one No hopes, you'll read Emotions, I'll weave A Heart filled with dread Enchanting is your smile I wish I were the reason I know I'm confusing Be honest with me, for a while Sick of the burden I carry Feelings, compressed Each verse is meant for you Desires, my heart pressed If not me, then someone else I'll still wish...

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The outside world makes me sick, suffocates me, dissolves my essence beneath my own skin, Home seems like a distant illusion, reality—a thin veil ready to tear, I beg for other shells to cover my body, to hide my vulnerability, Loose clothes, shining chains, quiet shoes—all to divert attention. I try to hide the pain, to blur the days...

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If I could tell you what silent universe is born in my heart, The words would come when my tongue dances freely on the stage of desires, But in front of you, my control melts like snow under the touch of spring, Your presence steals my thoughts and turns them into butterflies of light. If you gave me a...

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I’m judged without them knowing what I go through. Whatever I do, judgment always falls. The venomous tongues never fail. That’s why, no matter what I do, I don’t care about their opinions. I don’t live for them. Their judgment is nothing I need. Examples shoot out from every side— I sit on them all. The world is cruel; whatever I do, They’ll always...

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My words. When I’m trying to sleep, my head is full of words, With my head spinning, wanting them out, So here I am trying again, To find the words, so hear me out. I’m shy most the time, keeping my words in, Scared to say the wrong words, and hurt your feelings, So I observe what people do, learning how to...

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YOUR MY SONG- You are my song; You are my harmony; A gift from God; Worded harmony; When we are paired; Love we'll share; I long for a duet; As love birds pair; Angels watch, as we talk; Looking into each other's eyes; Hearts beating such; On loan to each other; More than lovers; I your man, and you mine queen woman; My darling you are my Song; And together we sing...

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Within every individual's mind resides a poem, casting doubt on the assertion that each person is an island. An internal dialogue permeates, encompassing both positive and negative elements. As I traverse the bustling street, I observe others who may also perceive my presence. Nevertheless, each of them harbors a poem within their innermost thoughts. No matter...

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MY FEELINGS OF LONELINESS AND ABANDONMENT HAVE METASTASIZED THROUGHOUT MY BODY. THE RUSH OF EMOTIONS AND SORROW FLUCTUATE EVERY DAY, SOMETIMES EVERY SECOND. I STAY AWAY FROM MALIGNANT RELATIONSHIPS AND ATTEMPT TO CREATE A SAFE SPACE TO COPE. IT'S HARD TO LIVE WITH POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS AND BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER. I AWAIT TO SEE WHAT THIS DAY HAS IN...

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Red bracelet My mother went to ganga And bring some gifts Some gifts for my sister Some for my brother Some for my daughter. And one red bracelet for me That red bracelet I didn't like it once It was made up of 12 beads with centre of an eye I don't want it on my hand Just want...

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Red bracelet My mother went to ganga And bring some gifts Some gifts for my sister Some for my brother Some for my daughter. And one red bracelet for me That red bracelet I didn't like it once It was made up of 12 beads with centre of an eye I don't want it on my hand Just want...

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Red bracelet My mother went to ganga And bring some gifts Some gifts for my sister Some for my brother Some for my daughter. And one red bracelet for me That red bracelet I didn't like it once It was made up of 12 beads with centre of an eye I don't want it on my hand Just want...

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Red bracelet My mother went to ganga And bring some gifts Some gifts for my sister Some for my brother Some for my daughter. And one red bracelet for me That red bracelet I didn't like it once It was made up of 12 beads with centre of an eye I don't want it on my hand Just want...

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Red bracelet My mother went to ganga And bring some gifts Some gifts for my sister Some for my brother Some for my daughter. And one red bracelet for me That red bracelet I didn't like it once It was made up of 12 beads with centre of an eye I don't want it on my hand Just want...

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a golden daylight that you are pierced through my grayest of the dark calmed the waves carrying the storm- that were wrecking my heart in the darkest of my hours, when night bleed memories the thought of you feels like an emergency aid in the war a calmest of the people i know with little to no smile on face yet you feast upon my...

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An ode of the things I'm told are great about me Number 1; I know how to.have fun Number 2; I'm adventurous and will try anything once And finally; three, im.crrative and free, smart.and arty farty gso good with words that it's rather absurd. I love to learn and I learn fast every exam I take you...

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