Tag: me
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The Poet
Is a poet not a poet unless he is known? Or unless his name, upon the carcass of a tree, Blinding, in golden letters beautifully shone? Is he not someone, to lead with might, and raise a din of soundless voice, to address every whim in the world’s plight? It is said, ‘The pen is…
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Fearless
For those who are sad, in despair, giving up or just disappointed and discouraged. This will help and give you strength, you might be able to relate at least a few lines to your own life. When crossroads came and I had to, I always chose the hardest of them all, they bent me in those…
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Embrace
I wrote this some time back. Though the situation is very different now, the feeling was worth writing about. A warm summer’s sweet delight, closer, looking in her eyes, sitting huddled in the sand, beside the tides, earth’s heaving sighs. Passions high, entangled limbs, kisses balmier than a rose’s lips. Sunset, dusk and moonlit…
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Mine?
Oh! How exquisite are the flowers! How enthralling their smell! that wafts with the breeze. How poised is the moon! gleaming above, full with beauty, hooking the heart with such an ease. In the moonlight there stood she, a hand outstretched, lazily, towards me, a wounded battle-scarred young man which shook of terrible aches of…
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Dauntless
When you are happy to sit through, alone among lots of friends, fake. And you don’t feel the need, to depend for depending’s sake. When all your expectations are turned to dust, yet to feel you incurred no loss. It takes no toll to sit with comfort, to ponder upon expectation’s cause. When you are…
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Beside the Styx
Hey! Hello everyone. I wrote this piece a while back. Upon reading you may find it to be a blend of greek and christian mythology. It just sort of popped into my mind, and believe you me, I made the story as the poem progressed. Enjoy reading! 🙂 I saw it in her eyes again,…
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It’s me
I laugh with you, I can be funny, I can be very charming, When I want to be. I talk little and I write a lot, For you, words I constantly brew, And People think I am very shrewd. I crack jokes, I make fun through, I laugh with you. But Cry when alone in…
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