Deep Poetry for Monday, June 20, 2011

Away from you give pangs of separation, Days and nights bring nothing but desperation. Life turned into a disastrous living hell, Miserable, morbid, sordid tale to tell. Like a fish left ashore by receding sea, Writhing in pain to send rescue plea. Loneliness the only companion at all, Shroud of melancholy fell upon my soul. Last I saw you standing at your threshold, Shimmering like a jewel in the evening gold. Engraved in my memories your countenance, Even closing of eyes only conjures your... Sign in to see full entry.

Have u ever, Cried the whole day? Woke up to a good day, But someone ruined the good mood, And makes the whole day sour? Ever had painful accusations? As if you've just committed first-degree murder? What would be worse? Be silent and egoistic; Or talkative and be blamed? I choose to be safe. Silent. Yup they say it's golden. And so I write. To express the silence. One way or another, This anger and bitterness has to vanish. Or turn to somethin else... More positive. Sign in to see full entry.

Your voice still rings in my ear, Squeezing and wringing every nerve in there. Your face still lingers in my mind, Beautiful, but a painful sight. Your eyes, your lips, so lovely and sweet, Are stabbing my heart, making it ache. Your warmth and kisses that gave me tickles, I missed these, as I sit in silence. The caress you gave, and touch you did Had driven me crazy, now, making me sick. The smiles, the laughter and happiness we had Are bringing me sorrow, making me sad. The hugs and dates we... Sign in to see full entry.

Once upon a time, there was a prince Groomed, grand, and great than the younger prince Like a fairy tale, a lovely maid! A pariah! On mats with rats she laid Like a fairy tale the prince and maid met Surely, their hearts thundered aloud; I bet But the young envied the elder so much He snitched to the king the prince with no match Wretched was the young, the king abstained him! So, the younger raised his wit with grim To an apple! The young thawed a bane, For through it, the maiden he will gain!... Sign in to see full entry.

Wind is so frost and winter's soul I see Two leaves clinging on a shaking tree Indeed, the dead body of fall decays Earth silvers these winter's very days And an angel grew at winter's heart That angel glamorous, gay, and smart Who crowns wreath of stars and has silver wings Her voice courting everytime she sings And then we met and fell in love with each We dance, sing, and laugh beyond our reach Pine trees dancing, birds sing their symphony And that winter turns to fantasy Then she claimed the... Sign in to see full entry.