Chances are
i won't ever be 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 to you
I think
Only you matter the most to you
And yet
here i am
Waiting patiently
As if every moment
Of your apathy
Wasn't an eternity
of agony
thinking of you
As if
The mere thought
Of your embrace
Wasn't just a
Fantasy
Chances are
You won't ever accept
my rose for you
but still
i won't be filling
Someone else's shoes for you
Not a distraction
No hobby
Not a used toy in the basement
Want me not?
Fine.
But i won't
Ever be just a replacement.
Chances are
I'm just a dopamine dose to you
You don't even notice
He who adores, bows to you
Chance are
I'm never gonna be close to you
and yet
why is it
that i can't quench this thirst
of longing
in my heart
That arose for you
Chances are
there won't ever be an 𝘜𝘴
Chances are
I won't
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳
𝘉𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶..
@AwaraAmber
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i won't ever be 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 to you
I think
Only you matter the most to you
And yet
here i am
Waiting patiently
As if every moment
Of your apathy
Wasn't an eternity
of agony
thinking of you
As if
The mere thought
Of your embrace
Wasn't just a
Fantasy
Chances are
You won't ever accept
my rose for you
but still
i won't be filling
Someone else's shoes for you
Not a distraction
No hobby
Not a used toy in the basement
Want me not?
Fine.
But i won't
Ever be just a replacement.
Chances are
I'm just a dopamine dose to you
You don't even notice
He who adores, bows to you
Chance are
I'm never gonna be close to you
and yet
why is it
that i can't quench this thirst
of longing
in my heart
That arose for you
Chances are
there won't ever be an 𝘜𝘴
Chances are
I won't
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳
𝘉𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶..
@AwaraAmber
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𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙜𝙤..
sometimes
you've had enough
of getting hurt
sometimes its ok not to fight
Sometimes the lines get blurry
between what you want
And what's right
I've long since lost
the way to peace
the choice to choose whatever i might
The only path
they say
Is surrender
And yet
I hesitate
I remember being me
I remember the wind on my hair
I remember
the resonance of my heart
with the rhythm of the nature
I remember being free
Oh i remember being me
I should perhaps
Choose to love
Or i could
Always choose to fight
But
Perhaps
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 maybe
I could be me once more
I could fly away to eternity
free
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴
For the last time
I could see the light
And so
Hear ye!
Hear ye!
Hereby I decide
accepting the part of me
That i had cast aside
embracing the waves once more
As my worries get washed ashore
Hence a 𝘗𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 be i
Forevermore
You see
Sometimes it's okay to drown
So long as you swim alright
Sometimes it's okay
to fall away
If you can get back upright
And so
i smile
and let go
𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱
𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵..
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sometimes
you've had enough
of getting hurt
sometimes its ok not to fight
Sometimes the lines get blurry
between what you want
And what's right
I've long since lost
the way to peace
the choice to choose whatever i might
The only path
they say
Is surrender
And yet
I hesitate
I remember being me
I remember the wind on my hair
I remember
the resonance of my heart
with the rhythm of the nature
I remember being free
Oh i remember being me
I should perhaps
Choose to love
Or i could
Always choose to fight
But
Perhaps
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 maybe
I could be me once more
I could fly away to eternity
free
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴
For the last time
I could see the light
And so
Hear ye!
Hear ye!
Hereby I decide
accepting the part of me
That i had cast aside
embracing the waves once more
As my worries get washed ashore
Hence a 𝘗𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 be i
Forevermore
You see
Sometimes it's okay to drown
So long as you swim alright
Sometimes it's okay
to fall away
If you can get back upright
And so
i smile
and let go
𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱
𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵..
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#review, #mypoem --#mayrasaish
𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀..
Joy in the pain,
peace in the chaos,
Soothing in the thunderstorm,
Satisfaction in the frustration.
Comfort of the soul,
Contentment of the heart ❤,
Pleasure of the eyes,
Reason of the smile.
Love is everything.. yet, nothing.
-𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗿𝗮 𝗦𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗵
(pen name)
𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀..
Joy in the pain,
peace in the chaos,
Soothing in the thunderstorm,
Satisfaction in the frustration.
Comfort of the soul,
Contentment of the heart ❤,
Pleasure of the eyes,
Reason of the smile.
Love is everything.. yet, nothing.
-𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗿𝗮 𝗦𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗵
(pen name)
"THE HEROIC PRINCE"
He is beautiful , he is smart ,
he is something any father wants,
he is a swordsman , he is a scholar,
he is a man of steel blow like a cannon .
lonely so they feel, his many many lovers,
no one can own him ,
they already know it better.
But everything aside he is the kings eldest son ,
beside,
Run to his good side
He is modest in nature
Has to marry someones daughter
Must be pressured for a heir,
We will have our share.
He had a lot of romance ,
maybe he longed for love.
He also had his collection of sad songs unsunged
Patiently did he waited,
for every letter he send .
But a king cant seem to care
Of an unworthy boy's sham.
"Make him a MAN
or dont ever show him "
But the things that are shown dont have a will.
Will the prince meet his father or his king
One must think what the glory brings
Now he is what the king wanted,
now he is what every father wants.
He is, in that heroic stream
But he is everything what every person deemed.
END
The poem is about a scene where a prince return to his home after a long time
Everyone is cheering for him and hailing him.
The first para is sung by the scholars of how he will be remembered in history
The second pera is sung by the ministers or anyone with a high rank to sure favours from him
The third one is sung by an old woman who took care of him since birth . She is sad that no one will remember the part of prince that she knows as it will not be included in history
#Einstestine
#review #mypoem
He is beautiful , he is smart ,
he is something any father wants,
he is a swordsman , he is a scholar,
he is a man of steel blow like a cannon .
lonely so they feel, his many many lovers,
no one can own him ,
they already know it better.
But everything aside he is the kings eldest son ,
beside,
Run to his good side
He is modest in nature
Has to marry someones daughter
Must be pressured for a heir,
We will have our share.
He had a lot of romance ,
maybe he longed for love.
He also had his collection of sad songs unsunged
Patiently did he waited,
for every letter he send .
But a king cant seem to care
Of an unworthy boy's sham.
"Make him a MAN
or dont ever show him "
But the things that are shown dont have a will.
Will the prince meet his father or his king
One must think what the glory brings
Now he is what the king wanted,
now he is what every father wants.
He is, in that heroic stream
But he is everything what every person deemed.
END
The poem is about a scene where a prince return to his home after a long time
Everyone is cheering for him and hailing him.
The first para is sung by the scholars of how he will be remembered in history
The second pera is sung by the ministers or anyone with a high rank to sure favours from him
The third one is sung by an old woman who took care of him since birth . She is sad that no one will remember the part of prince that she knows as it will not be included in history
#Einstestine
#review #mypoem
Wordcraft
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
From the depths of your core
the bottomless 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
Pour out the musings of your mind
Splintered thoughts you dwell
we are the heathens forgotten
The mystics unwell
Let loose the ward of your void
Open the dungeons of hell
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
The craving paper calls
echoes into the 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥
Like a rain in the desert
So
With the ink of your feelings
Engrave your spell
From the depths of your core
the bottomless 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
- @AwaraAmber
#AwaraAmber #review #mypoem
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
From the depths of your core
the bottomless 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
Pour out the musings of your mind
Splintered thoughts you dwell
we are the heathens forgotten
The mystics unwell
Let loose the ward of your void
Open the dungeons of hell
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
The craving paper calls
echoes into the 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥
Like a rain in the desert
So
With the ink of your feelings
Engrave your spell
From the depths of your core
the bottomless 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
- @AwaraAmber
#AwaraAmber #review #mypoem
Wordcraft
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
From the depths of your core
the bottomless 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
Pour out the musings of your mind
Splintered thoughts you dwell
we are the heathens forgotten
The mystics unwell
Let loose the ward of your void
Open the dungeons of hell
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
The craving paper calls
echoes into the 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥
Like a rain in the desert
So
With the ink of your feelings
Engrave your spell
From the depths of your core
the bottomless 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
- @AwaraAmber
#AwaraAmber #review #mypoem
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
From the depths of your core
the bottomless 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
Pour out the musings of your mind
Splintered thoughts you dwell
we are the heathens forgotten
The mystics unwell
Let loose the ward of your void
Open the dungeons of hell
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
The craving paper calls
echoes into the 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥
Like a rain in the desert
So
With the ink of your feelings
Engrave your spell
From the depths of your core
the bottomless 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭
Spin the tale wordweaver
Spin it well
- @AwaraAmber
#AwaraAmber #review #mypoem