Ex Poems
Her
by Tom F
Her
Her in the waiting room that stands out for all the wrong reasons, but don’t worry she’s too tall to be. Her on the train with the big blue eyes that don’t sparkle like.
Her in the bar wearing the same perfume as. Her in a photo with a big colourful scarf that I know ’d love.
Her over there with the blonde hair that makes me double take just to make sure it’s not. Her at the concert dancing and singing like there’s no orrow. Her exploring and taking pictures just like used to do. Her in the cafe booking her next adventure away which is something she loves more than anything, just like.
My life revolves around her, cant you see? Everything.
I hate that I notice her all the time.
She will always be her, but never be, you.
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Musing 12
by Shuvo Chakraborty
Those who have gone and those on periphery
Or in contemplation of hibernation for splendid disappotments,
Although are different sorts from spirited living
Irrespective for causes weak or strong,
Altogether forming ever constellation of prisms
In the remote corner of cloudy skye limits
Of feeble memories that saw them living late.
Early bathing in the river of mourning with rising Sun
Leaves nothing for ablution of mourners in evening,
Lousy sleep drags easy after the glimpse of stars.
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Broken Heart, Better start
by Daniel Shapovalov
Watching birds fly by- always put me in a vibe.
Sad to say the vibe ain't as sublime as the time we used to spend together.
My car-
mountain view.
The only girl who knew me thru and thru.
I might be mad at you, but how could I ever forget you?
Only intention was to like ya' and put a ring on it,
guess the only ring I'm putting on is around my "Fuck you" I have reserved for him.
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Musing 9
by Shuvo Chakraborty
They say nothing in oneness,
See the scar of fissures everywhere
And multiply the beings of universe,
Singing the earth with weak blood and tears,
Lords of blemished gains after sun down unusual.
I see the division, an act of continuing splendor
Of variance in every sphere to supplant the civilization,
To ornate everything with the grandeur of distinction,
But the master motion entangles all in unison
And drives the herds towards the pasture in every morn.
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Bittersweet Fairytale
by Nad SZA
What an unfortunate fate;
We are almost perfect.
Our kiss was perfect,
Our plans match and align.
We already could envision
The beautiful future we could have together.
Working together, starting a family,
Having a life we've both dreamed of.
You're all I've been looking for,
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Bittersweet Fairytale
by Nad SZA
What an unfortunate fate;
We are almost perfect.
Our kiss was perfect,
Our plans match and align.
We already could envision
The beautiful future we could have together.
Working together, starting a family,
Having a life we've both dreamed of.
You're all I've been looking for,
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Her
by Tom F
Her
Her in the waiting room that stands out for all the wrong reasons, but don’t worry she’s too tall to be. Her on the train with the big blue eyes that don’t sparkle like.
Her in the bar wearing the same perfume as. Her in a photo with a big colourful scarf that I know ’d love.
Her over there with the blonde hair that makes me double take just to make sure it’s not. Her at the concert dancing and singing like there’s no orrow. Her exploring and taking pictures just like used to do. Her in the cafe booking her next adventure away which is something she loves more than anything, just like.
My life revolves around her, cant you see? Everything.
I hate that I notice her all the time.
She will always be her, but never be, you.
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Musing 17
by Shuvo Chakraborty
Dance, dance the moon in late night
Wearing the veil of mid winter fogs.
The livings are in dead sleep,
Dead are partly alive in gentle wind,
All winged messengers of belated hour
Frisking elsewhere stealing over the shadows.
Stage in haven looking best on mandarin mists ,
Inviting self with millions winking jewels engraved,
High time to set the trimming feet on rhythmic spree
And be mystic blonde restless in the hallowed dale.
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Musing 16
by Shuvo Chakraborty
Rummage the entire year upon a floor
And pick the losses and gains with hens perfection,
Hide all the emotions mollified and blanch setbacks behind the heart fortress,
Drop the lonely ideals and lofty honest thoughts on bedside basket
With maternal care to hatch consciousness in very next year.
The battle line obvious of late year will be fizzled out
In the midst of mid night clamours and celebrations and on sirens,
Let come out of blanket of misgivings with stout determination on new morning,
Infuse then teenage blood in every combats of life trampling the contempt
And conquer the fragile faith like a knight in table round.
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Musing 15
by Shuvo Chakraborty
Acknowledge our eternal struggle to tame the minds restless,
Midnight rats or in hares temper whether common or prodigal,
Like the sky cloudy, clear, foggy or in dark or in light,
Cold or moderate or sometime hot and intruders several.
More external is it is focus more weeds gathering like a river slim,
Germinate the stench more rather the odor of sandal or rose,
Heap of words and information most unessential and quite pinching.
Those can push it back internal and can cage it by concentration rare
Or by utter devotion and commitment or through divine meditation
Float with the evening star with glory steadfast and immortal.
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