Short Smoothens Poems
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Life is like a rough, rutted road,
With rocks to trip, to catch and hold.
But love can smoothens the path ahead,
If we cast out hatred instead.
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Somersault, flips and swings like an oar
Cup of salt, flings and stings on floor
Powder of talc, smoothens all
Slides and glides over all
Skip, stretch, turn or twist
Huff, puff like whist
Heart and soul
Fly high
Hop
Caress
Sea shells sound time
Cascades of love entwine
They float on a magic carpet
Lose themselves in delirious moments
A dream catcher harvests pure love
Passion smoothens the waves
Teases senses’
Caress
27th August 2018
I sit here chilling in this room
my lust of love will decide for you
which way i will go
and if i let go of this rope
I want to hang on to you
which will my like dream come ture
your smile keeps my happy
your voice smoothens my mind
your eyes giltter with love
i just don't want to misjudge your sign.
Form:
Dawn sings with the birds
As we stamp the earth at our wake
No one feels amazed at never waking
Who fixes it's emptiness with food
Smoke it's sausages and enjoy it's delicacies
Joy Sparks in every mind
Sweeps every dirt away
Smoothens all edges
Blends every corner of regret
And lots the candle again
Where merriment abounds
A smiling face at dusk
Peaceful heart
Calm and sound mind
Contagious atmosphere
Filling all creature in wonder
i burn
i indulge in the fire
of my slitherin ride into you
indescribable warmth
that touches,
smoothens the
toughness in me
and conjures up
libidinous urges
that cannot be smothered
i am distraught
nothing has ever felt
so prodigiously agreeable
my wobbly hand
slides slowly along
the evenness of your
long, velvety arm
sure as you and i
are there
the ephemeral bliss
that is supposed to be
is lengthened
drawn out
to fulfill our
handsome desire
to be one
habituated to joy currents
we encourage bliss magnetism
to dance within our body as it likes
but it's pain that we choose to resist
and therefore feral residue yet remains
within feeble form, as delusion unresolved
just like the unshapely jagged rock
we prefer the river's gentle caress
that smoothens edges over time
minding not laboured breathing
in our decaying organic form
the slow path, definitely
why then complain
14-December-2022