I'm a dependant too
Going through intellectual problems too
Hardwork is the key to success??Year that's true
Vulnerability is the so called'pull down syndrome.'
I strive not to compete but to be strong
Unluckily everything goes wrong
I also need clean water just like her
I also need motivation to contribute to national development
Effectively
I'm climbing to the top please don't shake the ladder
As hardwork is the best method to avoid bright future shatter
I'm struggling because nothing comes on the silver platter
Not only Keep girls in school but also boys
The boychild is also vulnerable
The boy child has vivid dreams to fulfill too
Under same circumstances all go through
The boy child weeps for support too
Mr. Potato
a.k.a., Spud Murphy
'I'll have another cigarette,'
as John Lennon (1940 – 1980) writ,
'And curse Sir Walter Raleigh (1552 – 1618)
he was such a stupid git.'
However,
(altho' to his cost)
it may have
gone to his head
(which, unluckily, later he lost),
Raleigh introduced
the noble potato
(the blight of Ireland)
into Britain — ca. 1586,
and what's more
tobacco it did eclipse,
so yes indeed, his is the face
that launched a thousand chips.
The same kind of nights we see the same times a year.
People play people, break their hearts then blame the moon and stars, not the beer and the bars, for all the tears.
Down the road, round the back. Wake up without recount for who or what was just unluckily near.
Bruises take a while to disappear.
The same kind of nights we see the same times a year. A sharp dislike is taken for a smile that can soon disappear.
Eyes shine in sunlight but hide their plight for the night, for the fear, for the tears.
The same kind of eyes seeing for the same kind of minds night after night all through the year.
The same kind of nights for the same kind of minds for the same kind of tears.
On a walk where your house lies,
From where I have passed before,
It's just the matter of odds time,
Unluckily, we haven't met evenly.
On the thrones of your memories,
My heart is fed up with recalling.
You waiting for me on the balcony,
I urge to meet and see you evenly.
Every time it's just me and you,
Who finds even after differences.
My cold hands and your warm neck,
Keep close, kiss me to melt evenly.
When we both are full of passion,
And all four sides, shades of dark,
How the blur moon stares at us!
In hugs, your arms blend evenly.
I have closed the main gate
After that I closed the door
Something more to be closed
So I closed the window pane
All these efforts are insufficient
To keep away cousin of worries
The past sweet memories came into sense.
What kind of memories are these
Which remains young with chastity
Days are passed to make things old
But failed on a high society lady
This partiality made me nervous
So i tried hard to erase them
With the oldest natural eraser
But it didn't work well
Then I tried the newest technologies
Like delete, filters and editing apps
Unluckily they all said sorry
Now what can I do
Have something more to try
First I switched off all lights
Then closed eyes as monk in penance
Made dark cabin of science's lab
But experiment didn't get success
When all efforts gone vain
I knew the facts
A prey has no more choices.
It started well,then why couldn't it end the same?
Don't trust that voice in ur head which says
"For me you are lame
For me you have no shame
For me ur feelings are just a game"
It could be a feeling of despair
They call it rejection
But it's not only the reaction
And if you know you know
It's not always better to show
the hurricane going inside
The confusion which is unable to guide
somewhere leads you to hide..
Maybe the truth which says
"To feel everything so deeply is not alone a blessing"
Indeed it's a curse as well
But unluckily that doesn't means
that feeling from my side is still not lacking
Hoping of you to still not yell
It was, is and will be hard to tell
If it's not love, then it's not even hate to sell
I only want you to remember...
"All that starts well, ends well"...!
I have been dreaming,
That I found a lover full of love and compassion,
A beautiful mirage in my deserted life.
Sometimes dreams seem to be tuning into reality,
A beacon of hope shines on my stranded boat,
Unluckily I lose the sight in rough seas of emotions,
As realities take over sweet imaginations.
As a marooned sailor of the lonely ship,
I would hang on to the lonely beach,
I would keep dreaming on for the daring rescue,
For if the dreams die, I will fade away like a sea shell in the ocean.
6/1/2023
Dreaming Poetry Contest
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Contest Description
People say oldies are hoarders
They collect miscellaneous Throughout the years
Knowledge,experience and utensils
The whole family contributes to the collections
They are memorable
They are precious
Electrical appliances,dresses and shoes
Souvenirs,books and certificates
Piled up the space
They seem to be very rich
With a small gallery
We also fall into this category
But recently we send away all the litters
To the recycling centres and welfare centres
Helping others
Few men are poor
But unluckily riches on earth are
corrupted
By devils
The Cotswolds are a bunch of hills in rural England's heart
They're green and rolling, full of sheep that frolic, bleat and fart.
People come from far and wide to hike the Cotswold Way,
And from Bath to Chipping Campden lovely views enhance their stay.
The villages and towns each have a unique English charm,
And when the sun shines on those hills there's joy on every farm.
The cows and pigs and chickens temporarily forget their fate,
That tomorrow or the next day they'll be on somebody's plate.
The dry stone walls meander through the fields o'er hills and dales,
And from the very top you can unluckily see Wales,
A country full of Welshmen waving leeks and daffodils,
Who sing too much and abuse their sheep amongst their rugged hills.
I'm digressing, it's the Cotswolds that’s the topic of this ode,
There's beauty round every corner of each winding country road.
So when in England, to the Cotswolds drive without delay,
You won't regret it, honestly, you'll love it every day.
My buttocks both rejoice whene'er those hills come into view,
I love those gorgeous Cotswolds, and I know that you will too.
anything is possible at any time
you don't even nedd to ask me why
I'm just gonna forever and ever try
even after I unluckily die
Dark, brown, heavy spots lay on a plant this very day, it gives the signal of ending play
For a while no light sun, will rest itself and watch others have fun
While cold, slick, moisture, and pressure of cold, makes it good for growing mold
A time when weather barely has rhyme, a sense that something isn't that fine
So the plant bows down, unluckily not under someone's gown
It feels rigid, but doesn't shake, an act that others call not possible and fake
The plant waits for a chance, being free, though now the eye couldn't really see
Look at that man strong and stout
Determined, brave he is a soldier
Wandering as a lion up and down
With sharp eyes and on shoulder
Watching into the silent dark of
As if want to catch into his sight
Something hidden or suspicious
Happening in the terrific war site
He is determined to his decision
That he is anyway going to alter
The tide of the long ongoing war
And makes himself ready to altar
He feels pride in the zeal, bravery
And spirit shown by their corps
But he gets gloomy to remember
How his friends turned to corpse
He alone creeps on his four limbs
To show the enemy his own chest
He is not a bit afraid of the danger
His purpose is all the same chaste
He checks for his bullets and gun
Because they are his complements
In this blinding dark and silence
And they won many compliments
He moves with the joy and sorrow
And shows the courage so decent
The troop of enemy has to retreat
And is forced to make a descent
But unluckily exploded a bomb
Made that selfless brave its prey
Do not mourn his glorious death
But for his great soul let’s pray
Lying on my small bed..
On the biggest pillow is my head..
A notepad I half read..
Then, I drink this med..
For my head and body aches..
I tried to forget and fake..
Unluckily, I cannot..
For my stomach also went knots..
Now i breathe deep
As I wanna sleep
Pillows on my hips
Warming me quips
By: olive_eloi
12:25am
28/11/2013
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she emerged from the darkness baring her fangs.
her features unmistakable.
everyone who turned to her was left awe.
and immediately sucked dry of their blood.
she went in search of more humans to satisfy her thirst.
she was rewarded handsomely and immediately set to work.
once she finished she left the pallors corpses behind the bins.
still she was greedy and went to find more blood.
unluckily she crossed some slayers.
with one last hiss.
and was immediately turned to dust.
To the crux and cusp of Heaven's Hill,
I have staggered with burning feet
For 'tis Hell to take another pill,
But Divine to take a flying leap
My models in bottles, posing there
Glare at me with eyes in scorn
Do they not see my Soul's despair
That's haunted me since I was born?
It's quite obvious and plain to me,
Deluged in my ninety-proof
That I am blessed, unluckily
To have survived my Youth...
*written today, drunk on whisky
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