A Particular Sense of Longing
A particular sense of longing,
For a fellow human being,
To walk with me, enduring,
All my deadly tantrums and more.
A particular sense of longing,
For the whisper she is singing,
In my ears as she keeps hugging,
Holding my shattered self, secure.
A particular sense of longing,
For the love for me she's carrying,
In the biggest heart ever existing,
And the tiniest me inside? Sure.
A particular sense of longing,
For the lovely aroma she's emitting,
For the radiance of her lips smiling,
Brightens my face, once gore.
A particular sense of longing,
For her to help me with sleeping,
All those nights, I stay thinking,
Arrest my thought, lay me in your core.
All these senses together joining,
In lovely portions they're mixing,
That's my love potion in the making,
One I'll never taste; Baby, Its you..un-sour..
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Love Yourself, Again
PoetryWe would like to Congratulate our February 2019 Contest Winner @sonakshisrivastava!! Hello and Welcome to our February 2019 Poetry Contest. All members of the Poets Pub are welcome to join in, there will be 4 poetry prompts through out the month of...
