Poems about lines



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1210601

Lines of Life

Life
Lies,
Love
Lusted,
Trust
Tortured,
Shell
Shocked,
Bones
Batt ered,
Jagged
Justice,
Desolate
Death.



Rangzeb Hussain


life,  lines.

Author: Rangzeb Hussain
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Date: 07/04/2020


1210242

Five lines, that's all

Been spending an hour or so each night
Convincing myself
That crying is something i never do

But i guess i can make an exception
For you


lines.

Author: R Saba
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Date: 07/04/2020

1210161

Common Lines

You're selfless,
But within this empty world of ours
You're also helpless,

Ignoring the common lines
And only standing for what's true;
Going above and beyond
Doing way more than you're obliged to do...

But you're swamped,
In a sea of dangerous excess,
Surrounded by a spoilt society
That's egotistic and feckless -

They'll take advantage,
Smile with bated teeth and even hug;
Kiss, screw you right over
Name the whole obscenity Love

And the harsh truth is,
They don't fucking care

For when it's you that falls,

They won't be there.


common,  lines.

Author: Lexander J
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Date: 07/04/2020

1209597

Between the lines

آج کوئی حال پوچھے تو کہوں

بھر چکا ہے دل جوابوں سے مرا
ہے مزین سچ سرابوں سے مرا
اپنے اندر سے میں باہر دیکھتی ہوں
زاویہ مخفی حجابوں سے مرا
یوں بھی ہو خود سے نکل پاؤں کبھی
موم کے شیشے پگھل جائیں سبھی
نور ہے پر اس کے نیچے راکھ ہے
خاک سے کھرچی ہوئی یہ خاک ہے
گو طلاعی ہے چمک اس سوچ کی
کھوکھلی ہے، اس کے اندر لاکھ ہے
کیمیا گر کی ہتھیلی پر اُگی
پھونک کے زد میں یہ اپنی ساکھ ہے
کب تلک اپنے تقرب سے بچوں
کب تلک اپنے تعین سے جچوں
سننے والے ہوں اگر تو بول دوں
قفل ان سب طائروں کے کھول دوں
ورنہ یہ بھی عین ممکن ہی تو ہے
انکہی اک داستاں میں میں رہوں ۔۔۔۔۔
آج کوئی حال پوچھے تو کہوں

ع
۱۳۔۳۔۱۷

My heart is done with answers
My truth is with mirages, adorned
I look from within myself outside
A perspective, on obscurities formed

Maybe I can get out of myself
Maybe the walls of wax can melt
There is light but underneath are ashes
Dust that has been scraped off from dust
Though the shine of thought is like gold
They're hollow, and only filled with gust
Grown on the palm of the alchemist
My facade is in the target of a single breath

How long should I avoid facing the mirror
How long should I render embellishments
To my impressions
If there are hearers, I can speak
I can unleash the trail of what I seek

Or otherwise this is entirely possible
That it all remains hidden
In the epic never bared
But if one were to ask today,
I would have shared.


lines.

Author: Arshia Qasim
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Date: 06/04/2020


1209378

Three Lines, Four Stanzas

On the paper
Newly minted,
First time printed

Causal pausation
Assessment momentation
Review, the second inclination,
Then scrap-heaped,
In much bad company filed
Retained, reserved, preserved,
For another go round,
Another someday

You look at your hands,
Telling them straight,
Not good enough,
Is not good enough
Anymore

Do try, so try,
Three lines, four stanzas,
Elegies and funerals
Don't become you,
Go into labor,
Write labored
And birth free flowingly
Knowing,
That all knowing glowing,
Of a poem child,
Product of
Good enough


lines,  stanzas,  three.

Author: Path Humble
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Date: 06/04/2020

1209084

Between The Lines

A poem is never the words you read
It's what's written between the lines
For the words can only plant a seed
To grow the emotion a word defines

A feeling trapped inside our hearts
Or maybe a place we haven't seen
The words are where emotion starts
But the meaning is always in-between

For our words can never write a smile
But yet you know it's there
It has nothing to do with the poet's style
Or even the words they share

The words we write have a silent voice
That the poets call their muse
But interpretation is the readers choice
From the words we didn't use

Emotion is always, the in-betweens
Our words are only the signs
To understand what the poet means
You must read between the lines


lines.

Author: Whiskurz
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Date: 06/04/2020


1208487

Between My Lines

A personable person propogated passion
Beneath my heavy heart
Alas, cried the caterpillar
You are not dead!
Though I have spent hours molesting your windowsill
Rapeseed!
Huckleberry!
Gingerbread Pie!
All these things and more have I maliciously misunderstood
But the lies of the soothsayer are frequently true
They are passionate pomegranates from me to you
The obelisks of oppression overpower your heartstrings
And there's nothing you can do

My villain!
My thief!
The princess of my misery!
The fiery orb and the blasphemous pirates!
Staring at your shoulders I see only my reflection
Turning on your heel my eyelids sparkle and linger at your doorstep

It's Goliath's head
Salmon and bread
Those deathly ideas which you purposely said
Tic tac guru
Just what is he to you?
And which of my words have you read?


lines.

Author: Romeo A Bunkersgelt
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Date: 05/04/2020

1207396

:: parallel lines ::

Run in parallel lines,

Find

Words have no control.



The lake on the other hand,

Is on the road to bala,

Not llyn celyn,

Padded, dark through medieval

Floating green.



A day of shifting gravity,

I wonder to slip in gracefully,

After driving nicely

Clear eyes,



Bound throat.



Remember the cold ness of the day

On the moor, gently home

To a warm white bath,

Hot water to seal.



Parallel minds,

Deviated.


lines,  parallel.

Author: Sonja Benskin Mesher
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Date: 04/04/2020

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