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Signs Fractured minds , like open blinds , seeping through I find Wasted thoughts, like a broken cot , really just can't alot Serious problems , like wet cotton, pretty soon it will go rotten Angry demeanor , like a severe fever , and we don't need either Sadistic actions , like a mini cannon, because they shouldn't happen Always creates drama , like decaying salmon , best to eat plankton Stubborn rude misfit , like a chipped drill bit , it will not fit Irrational attitude , like a failed parachute , destined to be fast food Numerous faults , like a drunken waltz , you must be high on basalts ©Schizology Signs #signs #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

Signs Fractured minds , like open blinds , seeping through I find Wasted thoughts, like a broken cot , really just can't alot Serious problems , like wet cotton, pretty soon it will go rotten Angry demeanor , like a severe fever , and we don't need either Sadistic actions , like a mini cannon, because they shouldn't happen Always creates drama , like decaying salmon , best to eat plankton Stubborn rude misfit , like a chipped drill bit , it will not fit Irrational attitude , like a failed parachute , destined to be fast food Numerous faults , like a drunken waltz , you must be high on basalts ©Schizology Signs #signs #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

Roshni Mehar

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Loving you like peace of my ♥ and Loving your vibe is beautiful ©Roshni Mehar in english

Loving you like peace of my ♥ and Loving your vibe is beautiful ©Roshni Mehar in english

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Lies There's always lies Beneath their eyes The truth disguised Their honesty has died And random words They freely blurt With no concern Of who it may hurt Talking so fast No time to ask Or even grasp How long the pain lasts Their voice is loud It makes them proud It's not allowed To disrupt their crowds To hear them talk It's so much crock I want to walk For so many blocks Away from deceit Stuck on repeat Would be a treat But no easy feat To forget the fibs To go and live It would be a gift And thanks I would giv ©Schizology Lies #Lies #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

Lies There's always lies Beneath their eyes The truth disguised Their honesty has died And random words They freely blurt With no concern Of who it may hurt Talking so fast No time to ask Or even grasp How long the pain lasts Their voice is loud It makes them proud It's not allowed To disrupt their crowds To hear them talk It's so much crock I want to walk For so many blocks Away from deceit Stuck on repeat Would be a treat But no easy feat To forget the fibs To go and live It would be a gift And thanks I would giv ©Schizology Lies #Lies #poem✍🧡🧡💛 poetry in english

Saurav Banerjee

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Blazing Shadows (Rhyming Version) Clouds made of suns are again around me, I was trying to be relaxed, they don’t let me be. They make their visit when I least expect ’em, Burn my skin with their ruthless flame. I don’t like these clouds that are circling around, And turning into a cyclone to drag me down. I’m losing my vision, my breaths are falling short. To continue this fight, I of’n lack my forte. Pretty distractions can't shield my head, No umbrella for the dread. Morning comes, and they're still there, With flames so hot, too much to bear. ’Twas after so many days I was feeling alright, Turned out I flunked to escape, maybe in’t I’m a neophyte. ©Saurav Banerjee #BlazingShadows #darkpoetry #Nojoto #poem #Poetry poetry in english, sad poetry

Blazing Shadows (Rhyming Version) Clouds made of suns are again around me, I was trying to be relaxed, they don’t let me be. They make their visit when I least expect ’em, Burn my skin with their ruthless flame. I don’t like these clouds that are circling around, And turning into a cyclone to drag me down. I’m losing my vision, my breaths are falling short. To continue this fight, I of’n lack my forte. Pretty distractions can't shield my head, No umbrella for the dread. Morning comes, and they're still there, With flames so hot, too much to bear. ’Twas after so many days I was feeling alright, Turned out I flunked to escape, maybe in’t I’m a neophyte. ©Saurav Banerjee #BlazingShadows #darkpoetry #Nojoto #poem #Poetry poetry in english, sad poetry

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White Sometimes It's better to keep silent than to tell others what you feel. Because It hurts badly when you come to know that They can hear you, But can not understand ©DreamBeliever #Sad_shayri in in english

White Sometimes It's better to keep silent than to tell others what you feel. Because It hurts badly when you come to know that They can hear you, But can not understand ©DreamBeliever #Sad_shayri in in english