Tag: Short poetry

Wanderlust.

Wanderlust flows Like blood In my veins- My cerise lips Taste like love And heartbreak- My cerulean eyes hold A hundred secrets To cities undiscovered- My cheeks are smeared With a thousand shades Of magic- And my soul Is dripping With a million colours That … Continue reading Wanderlust.

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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Sadness.

I see poetry

Everywhere I go-

In your lonely eyes

And

The haunted songs

The sad trees

In your garden

Sing.

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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Absence.

Your absence

Wraps

Its icy fingers

Around my soul,

Squeezing

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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Alive.

Your laughter

Presses against me

And bubbles

Out of

My mouth

And,

I marvel

At how much

You taste

Like my

Poetry

Come alive.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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Feelings.

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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