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When Life Becomes a Lie | Pushmaotee Subrun - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

When Life Becomes a Lie | Pushmaotee Subrun

When life becomes a lie,
Relationships of blood and heart lie,
You realise after decades you’ve been taken for a ride,
Shocking, how cunning people diabolically all truths hide.
Too too late falsehood shows its ugly face,
Hitting hard with a deadly mace
Killing all trust
Reducing it to dust.

Wishy-Washy | Ivan Jenson - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Wishy-Washy | Ivan Jenson

I sense something
pending
that I don’t want
to talk about
because I am afraid
that it will jinx
the everyday magic
that doesn’t happen
all the time
in fact you can
feel it like
the hum of
electricity
in the air when
star-crossed lovers
meet by chance
in places like
the butcher’s counter
where one does not
expect romance
but there with the ham
and the cheese
she sneezes
and he says
‘bless you’
and this prepares
them to share
future bacteria
and the socially
acceptable
hysteria…
of togetherness
and I know this
is soon coming to
infect me
and I will again
feel lovable
and hopefully
hopelessly
incurable

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Silly Rabbit | Ivan Jenson - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Silly Rabbit | Ivan Jenson

If you want to learn
from my mistakes
then I would warn you
never to be in a rush
because I have been
a person in a hurry
since I was a kid
and still life keeps
her mysteries hid
and yet the carrots
I have been chasing
are always being eaten
by a faster Bugs Bunny
which is all
slapstick funny
and I don’t mean
to burst your
birthday balloons
but we are all
Elmer Fudds
living in our own
personal Looney Tunes

More at http://www.ivanjenson.com/.

My Immortal | Mehak Gupta Grover - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

My Immortal | Mehak Gupta Grover

The allure of my existence,
the power of my nurturing,
my happiness, my chirpiness,
the reason of me- being me.

The affinity of my mother,
the propensity of my father,
the wanton mischief of my siblings,
the benevolence of My family.

Then, one day I had to furlough
for a new beginning.
Bequeathing behind my eternal part
the part that completed me.

Eventually, I somehow balanced
and evolved into a new identity.
Giving away my babyish persona
and turning into a noblewoman.

I accepted this mutation
of melancholy and jumbled emotions
that preceded my heart
to an obscure way.

I lead a blithesome excursion
of gaiety and benevolence.
Still, a fragment of me
seek for it’s fullness.

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Dear Letter Writing, | Ivan Jenson - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Dear Letter Writing, | Ivan Jenson

I can’t do it anymore
set pen to paper
to inform someone
about the weather,
family, friends or feelings
as if they care
or even to ask them
how life has been
treating them
over there
and so I don’t seal you
in an envelope
stamp you with Elvis
and walk you to the post office
thus I never get a reply
in my mail box…

Yours truly,
is no longer who I am
at this point I just want
more followers on Instagram

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The Vase | TribhuNath - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

The Vase | TribhuNath

The vase of glass
Eventually could have broken
Anytime.
It’s OK, if it broke now and here!
It’s OK, if it couldn’t be
Put together and saved,
As Flowers so loved
Would still be there.

Pointed, sharp and deadly
Pieces of glass would surely splinter
It wouldn’t, however,
Shade the alluring vibrance
It wouldn’t even
Dent the charming fragrance,
Of the flowers withstood to dare!

Revenge and Remission | Amrita Singh - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Revenge and Remission | Amrita Singh

T’was a crimson day streaked by the shadowy dusk
Yet it appeared dipped headlong into inkiness of treachery

Like the whole world had conspired
To bathe in the saltiness of revenge

A dark silhouette, dressed in layers of hiding
Concealed deep within, his predicament
He held a velvety red rose, Innocent and yet crafted
He twirled her around, smiled as she looked lost unto,
Bent to kiss the nape of her neck…

That which he revered true and long
And planted the rose in her fragrant bun
Her tresses came undone, while He kept twirling her around and round

As she laughed, a beautiful tilted resonance in the sky
He stabbed at her heart with the dagger,
The dagger which curled at the wrist
Like a shocked wind, her breath emptied itself
She lay wounded, in love, the last drops of life ebbing away
And He covered her with the discreet white shroud and walked away.

Remission

The sky looked like a lover’s palette,
Pinkly hues, engulfed in orange and blues
Moments, never more perfect for Love
A love that brought her back,
Unscathed from the realms of guilt and rues

The shiny mirror transformed into his gaze,
Perched lovingly, atop her face,
Dabbed into the scents and adorned her neck
Tied her hair into a bun, at his behest

She looked at herself, soaked in love
And wished that time would pass more speedily by,
To when they were together, tucked into an embrace
And then time could stand still, forever

A token of his affection, a satin white cape,
Wrapped around, the warmth engulfing her,
She hastened her pace,
Happiness unbounded, for she could now see,
There, holding a rose in his hand was He.

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