always in pocket
lips get wind burnt just working
gotta buy in stock
Yes tired, messed and fired
Put work aside for a free morrow
distress from stress makes one tired
Awaiting descension of a day without sorrow.
Precipitance hits the tide of time
Filled with load of contrastive burden
Time did evolve with a different crime
Ages past all in a sudden
Thousand years turn a day
A day without sorrow never came
A sorrow in the marrow, hopes at bay
Bros and Sis have none to blame
This melody is just for you
As the words prankful in my mind
Gentle as the morning
Slowly just like I fell for you
Zealous, like our hearts in dusk
Night is over and I am going
Singing on you
Can you still hear the melody?
The song of our memories
It'll keep you joyful and sustain
Until our hearts meet again
My silent heart my every emotion
Despite of many broken dream
Moving to search rain forest
Futile land of flowering flowers
With the flow of smelling wind
I am writing on her my rhyme
It is said glow of her face
Look like as golden rise
What to speak now
Go on to deep place of my heart
Where real inspiration grow
While viewing her beautiful eyes
Despite of all disappointment
My heart wanted to do gain
And invite love birds to come
Spread melody and go on work
POET-ANURAG SHARMA
ADDRESS- DG-1 FLAT NO 27B
VIKAS PURI NEWDELHI-110018 INDIA
MO-8743082486, EMAIL- [email protected]
My work at school ended yesterday
And my heart is still so heavy and sad
Out of necessity I went on my way
So it is a positive step, it’s not bad
My health has suffered quite recently
And my joie de vivre was all but gone
But I inspired students to write poetry
My own creativity will now spur me on
I plan to write a humourous book
Filled with funny poem’s that I’ve written
When it’s published I hope that you’ll have a look
I’ve got the writing bug - I really am smitten!
Contest When a door closes - Sponsored by Broken Wings
03~24~16
I left my
heart in
a magical
place. A
place that
holds years
of wonder and
awe. A place that
knows me better
than any other place
I’ve been. This place
has changed me and
molded me into the
person I am now.
The forests, trees, creeks,
and open skies instilled in
me a love for God’s works.
The harshness of the winters has
taught me to be patient and to endure. My small
town is where I learned the small-town work ethic;
you don’t get what you don’t earn and earning what
you want takes a little bit of sweat and tears. Here
I learned that you don’t have to be blood to be
family. Brothers and sisters are made throughout
years of school together. We relied on each other to
be happy. This place will forever hold my heart and
soul. I am a small town girl through and through.
It’s who I will always be. Forever. Thanks IDAHO
for shaping me into something more than I was.
Baa Baa Black Sheep
We don't want your wool.
Please sir, Please sir,
I have three bags full.
You are too old.
You are out of date.
But I work hard,
And I'm never late.
You don't have the
Look we're looking for.
That's no reason to
Boot me out the door.
We want new skills
For this vocation.
But I have twice
The education.
You have too much
Experience now.
But they have none!
They don't even know how!
Baa Baa Black sheep,
We don't want your wool.
Job security?
I've been played the fool.
I sit in the study, a typing
The students around me revising
I punch at the keys
For as long as I please
My mind and body aligning
Here I am in town
With my sniffing dogs
And wearing eagle’s eyes
I climb over bomb blasted ruins
Searching for survivor jobs
From every cornering street
My dogs I scatter all over
Hoping they will un-earth
An opportunity
For me to be used
But all I hear is only
A barking silence
I continue to wait and hope
That time will lick with a difference
For me to swing my tail
But now without fail
My tail is locked between
My thighs waiting with
A chained impatience
Like a gold digger
For the dog they say
Every day has
He hides his wisdom
beneath his thick glasses
He uses his pen
to say what he knows
He conceal himself
with his infamous words
of what he understands
nobody could comprehend
He barely speaks
For he stammers a lot
But he read so much
So he could tell
He has this blanket
To cover his frail body
Who could responds to facts
And withdraws data
His wicked wit
An envious one
He knows a lot
But possesses nothing
The curve of his eyebrows
He questions a lot
The eyes of this beast
Crushes your ignorance
His pathetic jaws
Displays no elegance
But the color of his lips
Could define your existence
He perceives a lot
but not himself
His eloquent tongue
could change your stand
His grotesque features
Is the uncertainty of his integrity
For people believe
The superficial reality
He looks dumb
And you act smart
You laugh at him
He doesn't mind
You see yourself
As the face of success
He shrugged his shoulder
As he creates you #
That you sense my vibes and moves by it,
Doesn't make all my maze the masterpiece,
And doesn't judge loyalty and modesty.
That you sense my vibes and moves by it
Doesn't guarantee pounds and majesty.
Call me back when I err. Therefore,
That you sense my vibes and moves by it,
Doesn't make all my maze the masterpiece.
On the front line stands a man
set
to give last breath
He walks in death’s dark shadow
brave
the sentinel
a keen watchman
fulfills solemn oath
who watches out for him?
~*~
End of a working day sees nightfall bludgeon me.
Sally's stuffing eggrolls in the back room.
Filling them with beansprouts
in case they have a boom.
Hundreds of these eggrolls
piled high for later.
Boiled in an oil
for each and every crater.
Some will go behind the glass
warming in a pan;
shining in their dipping oil,
tempting for a span.
Placed upon a plate and shimmied
to the side;
up against some rice
that's deep and dark and fried.
Dipped into a plum sauce
sweeter than a sneer,
and spread out on your plate
as far as you can smear
Flavour by the mouthful
damp and moist and wet
Sally's making eggrolls
the best that I can get.
had a hectic day with
lots of things to do
so glad i found my way
home from work
did not think i would make it
not with the dark, the cold and
the exhaustion conspiring against me
opened the door after some time of
fumbling with the keys
not sure what goes where
slummed the door shut and
dropped the bag on the floor
why let it burden me after
what i had gone through today
was hungry but it could wait
had only one thing in my mind
my sweet little comfortable bed
finally reached the room did not
think to turn on the light and
just fell on my bed
did not think i would wake up
did not care if i did
all i wanted was just a little sleep
was that too much to ask
forgot to draw the drapery
and when morning came
i felt a kiss of sunshine
as the morning rays raced
to my face, i smiled a little
and got a glow on
reassuring and brightening my day
because there was still hope
working under the sun
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