Agony Poems
Mon Amour, Mon Résurrecteur
by Nad Sof
Le soleil n’est plus lumineux,
Plus ce que j’espérais revoir.
La lune brille plus que jamais,
Dans sa lumière, je trouve mon espoir.
Mon cœur semble ne plus battre,
Mais mon amour, toi seul peux me ressusciter.
THE AGONIZING THOUGHTS
by sanidhya srivastava
nothing could be the same ever again!
problems are like popups!
every other day, we're caught up!
i think of
bringing back things in to track !
but helplessly i am shattered everyday!
today i am standing on a path where
the demons are screaming in pain!
terrific is the fact that things will not change for good!
worse it will now be for sure!
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The 'Only Child'
by Nad Sof
The 'only child'—
the one who must get all the attention,
the child whose heart is pulled in endless directions,
caught between love and expectation.
The 'only child'—
the one who struggles to understand her parents:
why her father’s anger burns so hot,
only to hear it’s because he loves her.
Why her mother’s tears spill,
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The Kabale kid
by Ankwasa Harlord
Dear Honoured child of the land,
Of the great hills, terrances beauty
A gentle chill that kisses Kigezi,
Its me a nephew, calling out
an cold ice voice,
Hoping to reach you by.
Back home, we were raised
To point fingers at the Television
And scream " Uncle Shaka "
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To The One Who Saved Me
by Nad Sof
I write for the one who pulled me from the darkness,
Whose presence we kept hidden,
A secret shared only between the shadows,
Invisible to all, but etched into our souls.
We no longer speak,
Yet you will always live in the corners of my mind,
Even if you’ve forgotten the girl who once knew your name.
To be honest,
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Falling Blocks
by Aditi Hayaran
The sky is clear now! I thought.
Oh again, this storm,
Destroying my cottage warm.
Building blocks, falling down,
It's all clattered on the floor,
Bringing back my memories sore.
Recalling the time building these took,
With the blocks, I'm falling too.
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The Kabale kid
by Ankwasa Harlord
Dear Honoured child of the land,
Of the great hills, terrances beauty
A gentle chill that kisses Kigezi,
Its me a nephew, calling out
an cold ice voice,
Hoping to reach you by.
Back home, we were raised
To point fingers at the Television
And scream " Uncle Shaka "
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UNFAMILIAR Faces--
by Nad Sof
Maybe this is just a cycle, spinning endlessly,
Waking up to a sweet “good morning” text,
Only to feel the bittersweetness creeping in,
A fleeting joy, then the ache of knowing it will end.
Faces blur, all smiles and whispered hopes,
Words like promises, but none built to last.
I speak in charms, soft words and sweet replies,
Yet I know, deep down, most of them won't see me for who I am.
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Heart drenched in insanity
by F O
You know what, Sherlock?
Love? That’s pathetic
His arms were drenched in her cologne,
the other day,
the smile so nefarious,
conniving yet innocent.
I gave him my heart, you know?
I gave him elusive veins and Sherlock,
what do I get? I am deceived,
as though my eyes are blinded
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Cruelty-- Forgiveness-- And Forevermore.
by Nad Sof
Sometimes I wonder, what makes the heart so cruel,
When forgiveness blooms in the soil of a soul’s duel.
If I, broken and bent, can rise from the wreck,
Can bury the ghosts, and silence the wrecked,
Why can’t they let go, leave me in peace,
And allow me the breath of a soft release?
I don’t ask for riches, or a word of praise,
Not even a promise, not even a gaze.
Though they tore from me every spark, every light,
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