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 Stopping سے طرف کی Woods On A Snowy Evening
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stopping سے طرف کی woods on a snowy evening
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This Poetry پیپر وال might contain سائن ان کریں, پوسٹر, متن, چاکبورڈ, نشانی, and تختۂ چاک.

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posted by saracomet
My senses all are backwards
and it really makes me wonder
if on the دن that I was born
somebody made a blunder.

For, strange but true, my senses
all got totally reversed.
Now everything I like the best
is what you'd call the worst.

I only like the smell of things
that frighten other noses.
I love the odor of a skunk.
I hate the smell of roses.

I only like the taste of foods
that cause most folks to shiver.
I hate the taste of chocolate.
I'm crazy over liver.

I'm not too fond of music
but there's simply no denying
I like the sound of honking horns
and little babies crying.

I hate the feel of silky, velvet
softness on my skin.
I much prefer the way it feels
when sitting on a pin.

I hate the look of anything
that's really cute and snuggly.
The things I think are pretty
are what most consider ugly.

So let me tell آپ one مزید thing
before I have to go:
I think آپ are the most attractive
person that I know.
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I don’t know just why I’m here for
I want مزید than words can describe
I’ve been deprived, can آپ believe it?
My whole world has been falling apart
And it keeps falling apart all around me

This is how آپ picked me
And got me high

I’m drinking all from the tears آپ cry
I’m breathing on every breath آپ sigh

I don’t wish to know my ending
I just wanna know when I’d begun
Wanna know when I’ll be gone
Wanna know where it has all started from

Feel like I am spinning
It feels so much like I’m spinning
Spinning, spinning and spinning around

Feeling like I am spinning
Around the summer and the...
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posted by tiny_princess
here`s a new poem that is written سے طرف کی my humble key board ...








~~ My Locked feelings ~~








My miserable life may effect on what might happen



Those memories are مزید to be like an ultimate weapon



My sharp-knife words are surrounded



With a mixture of feelings



My life is crowded



No way to start healings



After Searching for years



Walking for miles , &



Facing my fears



To find the higher truth … My rights !!



Am a normal girl



With un-usual brave Harte



Am a strong pearl



That never falls apart



...



Isn`t it strange?!



To analyze different personalities



Hoping to arrange



My UN-none nationality



Then, a sudden moment...
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They say to me, your eyes, clear as crystal:
"For you, bizarre lover, what is my merit then ?"
— Be charming and be still! My heart, which all things irk,
Except the candor of the animals of old,

Does not wish to reveal its black secret to you,
Whose lulling hands invite me to long sleep,
Nor its somber legend written with flame.
I hate passion; intelligence makes me suffer !

Let us love each other sweetly. Tenebrous Love,
Ambushed in his shelter, stretches his fatal bow.
I know all the weapons of his old arsenal :

Crime, horror, and madness! — pale marguerite !
Are آپ not, like me, an autumnal sun,...
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posted by australia-101
we tie time
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
یا between this time
and last time.
30 سیکنڈ in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
یا practicing that new
dance اقدام which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the اگلے big thing,
although that makes a different
اقدام new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
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Source: i wrote it.....
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Source: I wrote this....Hope آپ like it!
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Source: my work ***