She's listening to the melancholy
Of her beloved's sweet mutterings.
He felt he found a tender soulmate.
My nightful behaviours changed,
As depression twisted my mind,
Sleep is beyond my control,
I surrendered myself to medicines,
Instead of listening to contorted lullabies,
I couldn't watch late-night football,
Nor sunrise,
I found my relief in poetry!
Poetry based on the prompts from #moonmystic #enneadpoet #AtreyasVerse
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Their romance echoes in the mist,
They exchange glances,
While walking in the park,
They freed their smiles,
They shared their hearts,
Silently over the months,
Without uttering a word,
He follow her upto her street
To get a special smile for the day
They wait for the morning to meet
again, And engage in their silence
He used fingers to express how pretty
she was, On days when she looked
traditional, They found ways to tell
if they won't come next day,
He rode his scooter in front of her
college, She showed him an angry face
He told sorry with hands on his ears
Next day, he plucked the flowers
she touched, And left a letter for her
She took the letter from the grass
He had confessed his love for her
Her eyes sparkled with joy and
he was over the moon, She waited
for him at the coconut stall,
She gave him her landline number,
Told him to call when she's alone,
The start of their love journey
Beyond the boundaries of the park!
Poem based on a prompt from #moonmystic
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Dark night taunts with silence,
Shadows are waiting to emerge,
While the moon played
hide and seek with clouds,
While all found solace in sleep,
The lone guard of the night remained awake,
With brimming eyes,
Hooting with all fury,
To break the silence and haunt the fearful
By Nithin RS
A poem based on a prompt from #Whistpr
Image from WhistBerry