Hard to concentrate when I feel desolate
Will my goals work, or will I start to shirk?
But this is far from death, at least I have breath
Living a day at a time, making rhyme
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
You may be tired of hearing it,
and don't want to listen anymore.
If that is the way that you feel,
please, just walk out the door.
I need someone who will listen,
when I reach out to share.
A friend who can feel compassion,
and I can count on to be there.
I know that it may not be easy,
to be a friend of mine.
I need to let this play out.
Erase it, then rewind.
Something has happened to me,
that I am working through.
I need understanding and support,
That is what I am asking of you.
If you care enough to stay around,
while I continue to work this out.
Could you stay for the duration,
and encourage when I am in doubt?
Please don't judge me,
you don't know what I have been through.
Maybe just ask this question,
"what can I help you do?"
My answer, " just be there
for I may stumble and fall.
Please reach out to steady me.
Be my friend, that is all."
downsizing
so much to pack
hummingbirds visit
posted on June 2018
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- draditiadi@rediffmail.com
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!
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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.
Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"
Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree
Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"
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.
What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men
We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge
Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.
The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.
Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival,
I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches
Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
He holds the key to this new world.
The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience
Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped
Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence
Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped
Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.
My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
Our intrepid journey commences...
Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?
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
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