Poem: Poetess
Here I am with a few scribbles for you<3
POEM
Poetess
She never believed the poets
Those intoxicated barbarians who questions
Every fact, truth and logic
Everything they wrote was love
Princes who send letters with a dove
Boys with angelic smiles singing
Men with their women promenading
She couldn't ever understand such gestures
That their poem nurtures
Crushes, heartbreaks and breakdowns
That only seemed to make her frown
Little did she know, No
Nothing did she know
And like in their every verse
One day came her romantic curse
There she was with a fake smile
Frowning at everything around the aisle
But then he appeared everywhere
And her sanity dissappeared to nowhere
She didn't realise her ears yearn
To hear his voice even if it'd burn
He glanced at her like a gentleman
And she glanced away as much as she can
She didn't let him talk
And neither could she bring herself to talk
He never waved goodbye as he left
Neither did he say hi when they met
For the first time she had a secret
That those mysterious poets would interpret
As the longing of the maiden's heart
With which the damsel would never part
Rumours say she's lost her sanity
And become a poet so witty
The hand he'd never take
Write the verses that love make
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So how was it?
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, as always.
DeleteA genuinely beautiful poem.........I felt completely lost in thought after reading that.......I wonder how come you didn't get selected
ReplyDeleteThis wasn't the poem I wrote then. They give us a topic and we write and now I don't even remember anything I wrote except the context. Those verses are now lost:)
DeleteThank you<3
Serene... 🤎🤌🏼
ReplyDelete<3
DeleteJust read this... and it hit in that quiet way things do when they feel a little too real there’s something about unsaid feelings… they always seem louder than the ones spoken
ReplyDeleteThe poem didn’t try to scream emotion — it just breathed it… and somehow that makes it hurt more
Beautiful stuff
*seem louder*--- yes but it has to be spoken louder, right? Breathing is great but sometimes you have to scream--like existing is fine but you have got to live. Easy to write but not at all easy when it's no longer just papers and thoughts but people and words.
DeleteBut again---somethings are better quiet.
Thank you<3
If left unvoiced, those bottled-up feelings don’t stay quiet… they turn into a storm, a chaos you carry alone.
DeleteSometimes you really do have to scream — scream your lungs out if that’s what it takes to put out the wildfire in your heart.
But I wonder… does it ever truly go out, or does the smoke just settle somewhere deeper?
Always welcome