My last word
 

I don't want to write your name
although my fingers
are starving of a desire to do so.
I am leaving only a sign
of my recent passing by
And later on I will tell you
that my pen had lost its heart

I know that for you
it doesn’t matter.
This is my last word
I am going out of your game
to search for my own self
in my sorrows.

There I will continue
to praise your light ,
the quiver that devours me.

Anonymous

nice one

I wish
 

Tonight I wish those arms
That hold her tight,
Were holding me instead
Upon this very night.

Those lips so soft
That upon her neck lay,
I wish were on mine
At the close of every day.

Those eyes so tender
For only her to see,
Tonight I wish held mine
And gently captured me.

Gently whispered words
Spoken from your heart,
I wish were mine to hear
From the very start.

How I wish each night
That I felt in her place,
The soft touch of your hand
That caresses her face.

Tonight as you lay with her
Beneath a star filled sky,
I wish it was my breath
You captured on a sigh.

And as you snuggle deep
And pull her in your arms,
Tonight I wish that it were me
You had plied with your charms.

Anonymous

Re: My last word
 

very well written dear.take care

wow its fantastic and very briliantly written specially the second 1.i just loved reading each and every line of it.just keep writing the same way.

urs LUCKY:( :D :eek: :confused: :mad:

I'm misunderstood
 

Look into these eyes of mine
And tell me what you see
Tell me of all the things I can do
And all that I'll never be

I've tried to make them understand
But they judge me more instead
They see me as weak and nothing but trouble
But I'm not sure who holds the blame
I've tried so hard to right my wrongs

But they've proved that my faults stay the same
So I give up on trying and I no longer care
I accept my fate with pride
I cover my ears to the hatred they spit
And ignore all the senseless lies

I am not weak nor am I trouble
Not bad but nor am I good
In all the things I know that I am
I know simply, I'm misunderstood.

Anonymous

hey bhai!!!!! fantastic use of words....... they really touchd my heart....... i thought, how could any other person knew my feelings, but its unique... n feelings are almost comes same frm all loyal peoples. really apriciate ur way of saying...... all the best!:)

The Black Angel
 

The Black Angel

The black angel has returned
to knock at my door
he has entered without I realized of it,
in the absolute silence
of his nonexistent footsteps
winding me with his mantle
made of smoke and darkness.

Changeable creature of the darkest night
he has taken me without a complaint
coming out of my icy lips
white as the wax.....

I only want to run away ,
in the obscurity,
to expand my broken wings
and to fly far, far away
in the night that I love
towards my dark and malignant bride
and in her deadly embrace
I want to be able to rest
Forever

Anonymous

good yaar both of r gr8888888888888

too good...:)

I am gone
 

He who finds a friend, finds a treasure.
He who forces the friendship to fail should go to hell.
Mistreatment leads to hatred
Hatred boils inside the mind
And leaves the person dead.
Think back.
All the times you negatively spoke to me
Harassed and provoked
Scorned, criticised, put down and ignored.
These words of hostility and cruelty
have forced a river of pain to run
through my once flourishing mountains
The mountains now left bare and broken.
Your tongue is sharp
And it rips my flesh open.
The gaping wound bleeds freely
Yet the pain gets trapped blindly inside my frail heart
The time you next tease me i will die.
Don't you wish you'd stayed your tongue?
My soul now torn apart
As you've mocked and abused me for the last time.
Don't you wish that guilty clot in your black heart would ease?
That the hurting would cease
And that your brutality would diminish?
For although you alone are the one who made me go away,
I see you needed to feel high inside,
By forcing me down you shined inside.
But now you miss me.
Deep down in the lonely depths of your bitter conscience,
You miss the thing you took advantage of most.
That ugly thing you took for granted.
My healthy loving spirit is no more.
I'm a shell, a hole,
Nothing but smoke in the white wispy clouds of happiness.

I am gone.

Anonymous

Goodbye Kiss
 

How to explain the way I feel?
I never meant to hurt you.
How do I say our love's not real,
Because I don't feel it too?

We've seen good times and we've seen bad.
We've shared the best times I've ever had.
You made me forget a sad and painful past.
How do I explain why it couldn't last?

I'm sorry for all the pain I've put you through.
Please understand that I really do care for you,
But love cannot be forced to exist where it does not.
The plans we've made are better left forgot.

It's okay to let go, it's okay to cry.
Promises made are sometimes meant to be broken.
I know it's hard, but we've got to try,
To leave our loving thoughts unspoken.

How do I make you see that I love you
With a love so bitter-sweet?
How do I make sense of these feelings tearing me in two?
How can I be strong the next time we meet?

Friendship is a word that hurts I know,
But sweetheart, it's time for us to just let go.
My heart has changed like all thing do;
It's telling me what I have to do.

Goodbye is a word that sounds so sad
I say it now, but remember this
I'll never forget the good times we've had,
And I leave you with this-
My bitter-sweet goodbye kiss.

Anonymous

dear khamoshi...
beautiful poems but i liked the goodbye kiss a lil more than the im gone....thanks for sharing such wonderful poems.take care.bye

Dear FRiend

i really liked da poems

Thanks for sharing them with us

especially the second one

tc

keep smiling

Niral

Dost,

These are wonderful poetries. it is so nice to read you... I like all of them... keep posting and keep writting. take good care of yourself.

Have a nice day!
:)

nice poems.. i loved it!

Poets die too young
 

The sudden light that sometimes dazzles us,
the troubled silences
and bright intuitions,
I am busy sowing my words to the wind…
Scattering them here too little,
and sometimes …. a little too much.

Poets die too young,
embalmed by their verses,
their modelled words flake to the light;
It’s up to you to read them with loud voice
with the inquiring eyes of the night,
a blind guides to light the audience.

I have no regrets, however,
At least, I have enjoyed my life
scattering seeds in every direction
and when the fruit will be eaten
the empty sack will stay,
there, in an angle,
as an elusive shadow of my future.

Poets die too young......

Anonymous

In The Night
 

And it is in the night
that I feed myself of shadows...
And I quench my thirst
with those memories
that you lose on the sidewalks...

You cannot see me,
But I follow your footsteps…
clouds of black dust
to my passage...
in a hand I grasp life..
in the other I hold death...

I live your silences..
on my shoulders
a black knapsack...
I pick up the memoirs
that you negligently forsake...
I will not let them go dispersed...

I cancel in your passage
vague traces of yours ...
I will do in a way
that you will remain
not even a far
remembrance...

Anonymous

gr8 thoughts frnd............

Thank you for you: for who you are,
However far away;
And for the words you send to me,
Near mad for what you say.
Knowing simply that you're there,
Yet thinking much of me,
Opens up my happiness,
Undone for all to see.

Thousand Needles (Song Of Hate)
 

Thousand needles (song of the hate)

Hate is not a beautiful feeling, but it is inevitable... if so much has
been loved, and if so much has been suffered for guilt of this
love... it is inevitable that love turns itself into hate... maintaining
the same intensity

I have wandered in the desert roads
as an uneasy and rebellious soul

I have felt the anger pulsate,
in my veins by now gone crazy

Its only hate that can free my mind
pierced by the pain of thousand needles,
it is only the hate that can save me
a fury, a torment vast as the sea…
An inexorable wave
that holds itself back,
then to return more violently

Hate and pain,
combat my anxieties,
Hate and pain,
struggle on my fears

I have submitted my hopes to hate
while thousand needles destroy me,
thousand needles for every your look
thousand needles for every your caress

I have wandered in the desert roads,
scorning my hot tempered loneliness.

Anonymous

Despite the doubts and troubles that you've gone through,
There is no doubt at all about your love.
Though many now change partners when they want to,
You've found your one and chosen not to move.
In doing so, you've given me a picture
More beautiful than any I might draw,
More potent than the most persuasive lecture,
With far more force than any rule or law.
So much you've given me! Yet what you've given
Of love and time and money and concern
Is less than what I've seen as you have striven
To make your lives a lesson I might learn.
I'm grateful for the things you did and do,
But even more, for what you made of you.