Tag: Micro poetry

The spaces between.

Poetry is not

In the words

It is in

The spaces between-

So heavy

With feeling

That when

The poet shivers

You feel

The cold.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

I’m back, people! Well, till my next exams anyway. How have you been? I’ve missed you all!

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I see poetry

Everywhere I go-

In your lonely eyes


The haunted songs

The sad trees

In your garden


You can’t

Marry loneliness

And wonder why

Happiness won’t fall

In love with you.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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Your absence


Its icy fingers

Around my soul,


The poetry

Out of me.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

P.S. Sorry for disappearing. I have too many exams. *sigh* You know how it is, right? 

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Your laughter

Presses against me

And bubbles

Out of

My mouth


I marvel

At how much

You taste

Like my


Come alive.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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Poetry is not written

With words

Its written with feelings

Dipped in heartbreak,

With a pinch of fear

Thrown in, with sorrow

Seeping in through the

Edges, and packaged with

Loneliness, complete with a

Bow of melancholy

On top.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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There are

26 alphabets

And more than

A million


In the English


But, for the

Life of me

I can find

Not a single


To describe

The way your

Eyes change colour

When the sun

Catches it

As you suddenly

Stop, and twirl

In the middle

Of the road

With your


Echoing inside

My hollow bones,

Filling it

With love

Till I explode

With happiness.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

I have my exams going on, so I won’t be able to read your posts. I’ll see you guys next week. Miss me, okay?