SEASONS WITH SNOOPY | Poem

 

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The monsoon clock ticks;
Yellow, green and brown,
Autumn's here, leaves fall down.
Then comes the snow,
Ahh! I hear my nose blow!

Spring brings flowers

And bathing in cool-cool showers

Uhh! Its Summer!

In hot siz​​zling air, all water disappears!

Seasons show to and fro

Some are my favourite

And some are so-so!

But I always stand here,

Watching them come and go...

As if listening to the music 

Ho oho, oh ho oho!

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Neha

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ROSE & THORNS 🌹

A rose without thorns is no rose at all. A self-love without the recognition of self-loathing thoughts is no love at all!

SILHOUETTES👻 Dark Fantasy Poetry

Silhouettes of appearances
Often eclipse
the firelight of the soul
As if amidst a trillion
hypnotic temptations
We're walking alone
Sensitive trampoline hearts
& stained glass dolls
In a show
that causes us
to slowly forget
what it feels
to stand in the vast
sunny meadow of our soul

POETRY🌅

Poetry calls me to

take a journey,

Each poem

wants to take me

somewhere

but in the end

I find myself

reaching at the same place

for, each poem

stems from this place

of my heart

which people call by the name of love

and I like to call by the name of pain.

Sweet pain. Poetry.

BITTERSWEET BALLADS 🎵

Swimming

in currents of time,

Singing

bittersweet ballads...

Happiness🦋 Short Poem 🦋NN

Monuments, laughters,
colors & tides
There are great things
in the world outside
But nothing can ever fulfill
the agonies of our heart
except for the love & acceptance
that stems from inside.

Redamancy 💌 Short Poem 💌 NN

Redamancy

Where sky pinks into dusk

Where it settles into moon's silvery husk

Where there is blush of a crimson bride

Where the flutist tunes are like pearls on a ride

I'll meet you there where sun meets the sea

Where all is eros,

all is redamancy

Busy-ness • Short Poem • NN

BUSY-NESS Busy-ness is the busiest of all the businesses of the world!

Chronometer • Poem • NN

There is a chronometer

in my heart

a metallic bauble

depicting the ticks & the tocks

of my life’s moments

glimpses of my fleeting fantasies

Like a puppet duckling

I dance & waddle

at the movements of this chronometer

writing songs throughout

& all the way

through it

before I normalize

into my natural self

who is not a puppet duckling

but a human.