Poems About Life

BEAUTIFUL POEMS ABOUT LIFE

written by Krishnag

1. Reminder

our life is a book, whose author is we.

those books are being kept in our perceptions shelves.

a single chapter can't assume the whole book's theme.

hence, keep creating stories, one day your book may gleam.

remember, once your book extinct,

recollect all the good chapters and sleep leaving all the emphasis behind

remember, before finishing it, help the neediest,

cherish yourself and always be kind.

hopefully, you would swallow this medicine without a reminder.

2. My Lonely and Nostalgic Book

walking through the aisles

long away touching orchid's miles

when heaven showered all the petals over me

I freakishly chose the typical

kept it inside my spare vault

scenting it, sensing it, staring the fault

yet not feeling it's politeness

what air touched my soul to tell me not to let it go

keep it in, in your rare book, wait for it to be bow

turning the pages I admitted it's surely the printed flow

doubts were still roaming if I am not awry it will glow

spending the nights and day with him

the sole guy in the crowd, my blimp

whirling in the whole timespan

the fairy flying with her man

finally shifting from the common hook

my lonely and only nostalgic book

being under the same sheet

vibing with our heartbeat

shirking few eye sights

tears down within the fights

finally shifting from the common hook

my lonely and nostalgic book

being with that book made me stay away from the pens

I can write the whole Zion with my powerful men

the emerald swallowtail

being in my fairy tale

moving, rolling, falling in my bottom feelin the doctors fail

no i don’t say i don’t need more holding my hands swinging up and

down with you

yo i wanna be a queen, of my own palace, wearing my own crown

money, blue, runny crew

no, no extra cringe, dress, fringe loss, nooky, rings, pookie things,

pdas, shout out or chews

yea 10 min convo, 110x salvo,pulling up when i am down, smiling me

when i frown, mostly all the blues ahh

I DREAMT SLEEPING UNDER MY MOM’S SCARF

WILL STAND UP THROWING OUT MY INNER ARF

I GENUINELY BEG YOU, MAKE YOUR PALACE

CONNECT WITH ME,WILL OCCUR FOREVER ALAS

spending the nights and day with him

the sole guy in the crowd, my blimp

whirling in the whole timespan

the fairy flying with her man

finally shifting from the common hook

my lonely and only nostalgic book

being under the same sheet

vibing with our heartbeat

shirking few eye sights

tears down within the fights

finally shifting from the common hook

End? What? This isn’t a story, more over a history

Why? Umm? Forever it would remain a mystery

The more on drops falling rain drops, make him wet

I am dead alive, to dry him and indirectly forget

No laws, no proves, just the most pink ecstasy

Maybe not reality, but endlessly in my fantasy

Yes I shifted to that rare hook

My lonely and only nostalgic book

Yes I shifted from to that rare hook

My lonely and only nostalgic book.

3. Dark Tongue

the runup I started during the sunset is citing sham

the sweet dream got broken due to the nob’s forced alarm

the withered tree of my heaven was once a shisham

but disregard, as for me and myself, got another level rhythm

that love, friendship, the affection you said

a usage, toxicity, tears I correct

Yea I might not be living within the world, but I truly have my life

Yea avoid stealing my dreams from me, being a woman it’s true I have a wife

ignore marring it, let me survive

hun, I like you right now

but not tomorrow

as I hit my first DISCO

tomorrow and forever (and toxic ain’t my type)

DARK TONGUE

piss off pee-pool

I AM NOT WORRIED FOR MY BOARDS, BUT THE

TYPE OF LIVES THEY ARE LIVING.

Hey hey hey stob stob stob stob!

I have something for

I breathe in, breathe out, walk-off like a queen through your existences

so please, stay up, taunt me, give your attention, give

what a boss deserves

you might be H&M but i don’t dirt my toes there

probably Shutterstock tapping sink

mirror mirror mirror, reflection throws back like a diamond

bold of you, not expecting to puke out at the mirrored burnt almond

no, not every time, you squeeze the lime for the sour drops to fall in me with a blood blast out

i use the drops, soften my arms and raise my hand to flaunt my pits pulling a face alike proud

my tongue filled with jaggery, my face filled with smile

my vibe filled with the beach, my journey away miles

no, i am honey, honey, from top to the aisle

yes, sir, you flaunt how you swear, i am up with my file

you keep on building my wings unknowingly

winds, trees, fogs and rivers never let me feel lonely

the toll, I might have to pay is bigger, shockingly

but weight, I have lifted took a flight o my dear lovely

hun, I like you right now

but not tomorrow

as i hit my DISCO

tomorrow and forever (and toxic ain’t my type)

DARK TONGUE

piss off pee-pool

4. Blindfold

cry? wondering the motive why?

not under law to grab

move around me like a scarab

get grabbed by them

and say we have esteem?

I will rather choose to open the blindfold

no! don't embrace their choke back,

they aren't worth it.

come up and see how ecstasy happens to forbid.

howbeit a glance, gives rise to someone's inner agonizing blood.

hardly a few drops would prevail soon into a hysterical flood.

reap your eyes cursed, until the unwanted penalties say goodbye

flighting our wings, to take a high take-off and taking in the air, fly

zooming around a sky, where there is no wind, no steam, no storm, no fog

not only the peahens, the peafowls with us, flying with no funk of smog

went out, in the search of the epilogue, came back to carry my full stop, the end? the end? the end?

is it going to be forever? or will you begin to end?