Submissions by Jollylush (Amora)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm very curious about reading poems specially by Keats, Wordsworth, Coleridge etc. The habit of reading such contents encouraged me to creat fantasies and pen them down.
I fall for you every night....
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Do you know
How
I fall in love with you every night?
In the chilly flows of winters
You love to wrap around me in bed
You kiss every inch of my body
And I love being in your arms
you never pull yourself
and holds me tight whole night
My skin hums
with the gentle caress of your touch
Softer than anything I'd ever felt
Sometimes I deliberately
Make you move higher close to my face
And feel your sweet fragrance
Half yours half mine
You are the...
Do you know
How
I fall in love with you every night?
In the chilly flows of winters
You love to wrap around me in bed
You kiss every inch of my body
And I love being in your arms
you never pull yourself
and holds me tight whole night
My skin hums
with the gentle caress of your touch
Softer than anything I'd ever felt
Sometimes I deliberately
Make you move higher close to my face
And feel your sweet fragrance
Half yours half mine
You are the...
#love
#winter
#sensual
321 reads
1 Comment
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#love
#erotic
#passion
591 reads
0 Comments
Being old
Being old is not a crime,
It's rather a play or game of time.
I remember people say Old is gold.”
they love old gold,
But kick parents out, when they become old.
How can you say old isn't beautiful
with the time, I've seen it turns more dutiful.
There is an old lady lives next door.
I watch every morning her brooming the floor.
While telling stories, your cheeks were prawling
due to turning old your teeth were falling
O dear grandpa!
I wish you would know how incredible you were
Even in frenzy hair...
It's rather a play or game of time.
I remember people say Old is gold.”
they love old gold,
But kick parents out, when they become old.
How can you say old isn't beautiful
with the time, I've seen it turns more dutiful.
There is an old lady lives next door.
I watch every morning her brooming the floor.
While telling stories, your cheeks were prawling
due to turning old your teeth were falling
O dear grandpa!
I wish you would know how incredible you were
Even in frenzy hair...
#happiness
#strength
#courage
#aging
#emotions
940 reads
1 Comment
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Not all books teach moral affinity,
some end with the end of innocence.
Amora
some end with the end of innocence.
Amora
#books
#SelfDiscovery
#morality
427 reads
3 Comments
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I envy the rain
who still imitate my fingers
to run down your body.
I envy the wind
who still imitate my breath
to embrace your fragrance.
I envy the Sun
who still imitate my touch
to warm your skin.
I envy the every single thing
who still pull my head
towards you.
who still imitate my fingers
to run down your body.
I envy the wind
who still imitate my breath
to embrace your fragrance.
I envy the Sun
who still imitate my touch
to warm your skin.
I envy the every single thing
who still pull my head
towards you.
#love
#jealousy
#sun
#rain
#nature
1970 reads
2 Comments
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We fell in love,
We fell so hard,
Then silence grew a graph
Two parallel lines, apart.
We fell so hard,
Then silence grew a graph
Two parallel lines, apart.
#love
#silence
376 reads
7 Comments
Words are /are not
Words are not an ointment
So don't think that
They stitch and heal
Your cuts and wounds
They do conceal.
Words are not a poet's pet
So don't think that
They only speak
The language of love,
The words of pain.
Words are not a cloud set
So don't think that
They will rain
Through my pen
Whenever a heart breaks.
Words are not lightweight
So don't think that
You'd understand
Too many things that
I haven't said.
Words are not a floweret
So don't think...
So don't think that
They stitch and heal
Your cuts and wounds
They do conceal.
Words are not a poet's pet
So don't think that
They only speak
The language of love,
The words of pain.
Words are not a cloud set
So don't think that
They will rain
Through my pen
Whenever a heart breaks.
Words are not lightweight
So don't think that
You'd understand
Too many things that
I haven't said.
Words are not a floweret
So don't think...
#love
#strength
#clouds
#WritingPoetry
#admiration
300 reads
8 Comments
Nice Unfairness
Standing at the door of dark
My wild unrest mind speaks utterly,
About the chilled air
That rhyme upon your skin
And consign the fragranceto me.
Squeezing the corner of my heart
I shake my pain
To unite in grief clasp love
And crystallise my words
On board of life.
Tightening the grip
On the rope of life,
I close my eyes that too forbid
to see red in claws and
weightless trembling feet.
Keeping in breathing I struggle,
The roots of the tree of love
Are...
My wild unrest mind speaks utterly,
About the chilled air
That rhyme upon your skin
And consign the fragranceto me.
Squeezing the corner of my heart
I shake my pain
To unite in grief clasp love
And crystallise my words
On board of life.
Tightening the grip
On the rope of life,
I close my eyes that too forbid
to see red in claws and
weightless trembling feet.
Keeping in breathing I struggle,
The roots of the tree of love
Are...
#anger
#anxiety
#hate
#grief
#bittersweet
709 reads
2 Comments
If I shall write
if I shall write, I write
how the poisoned heart beats
and craves to leave the land of your lies.
If I shall write, I write
how the rain of two little eyes
are not enough to wash my rooted sorrows.
If I shall write, I write
about the most darkest night
that's able to make my dreams unclear.
If I shall write, I write
how poems help to heal all people
when poets paint their pain into words.
If I shall write I write
how the serenity of nature ...
how the poisoned heart beats
and craves to leave the land of your lies.
If I shall write, I write
how the rain of two little eyes
are not enough to wash my rooted sorrows.
If I shall write, I write
about the most darkest night
that's able to make my dreams unclear.
If I shall write, I write
how poems help to heal all people
when poets paint their pain into words.
If I shall write I write
how the serenity of nature ...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
432 reads
4 Comments
Beloved, can you undress?
Beloved, can you undress?
Our stars seem to be cooled, you love,
See the hesperus flaunts on the grey sky,
Gossips of moonbeams touching our skin,
Resurrecting damp reefs to collide
with incoming tide.
Flung me on the bed of silvery sand
and be on top of me,
Pinned my arms above my head when
emotions flare as sea,
Make grip on my wrist too tight as
lovers meet after long time,
If heart pounds against the ribcage,
Loom me in flagrant sheen of love,
If nerves start ebbing restraint the jolt
And fill...
Our stars seem to be cooled, you love,
See the hesperus flaunts on the grey sky,
Gossips of moonbeams touching our skin,
Resurrecting damp reefs to collide
with incoming tide.
Flung me on the bed of silvery sand
and be on top of me,
Pinned my arms above my head when
emotions flare as sea,
Make grip on my wrist too tight as
lovers meet after long time,
If heart pounds against the ribcage,
Loom me in flagrant sheen of love,
If nerves start ebbing restraint the jolt
And fill...
#love
#lust
#erotic #nature
#erotic #nature
627 reads
7 Comments
Once more
Once more, I've dropped my all sober senses
into perplexity to cognize your masterly tangled
mind.
Once more, I've carpeted my sinful heart
with some sonorous flowers to enchant your
perfect sight.
Once more, I've concealed my hatred into the
sweetest part of mine to offer you not my
darkness but delight.
Once more I've grinded my evils and wickedness
within a tiny nerve to die and turn you to see my
only genial side.
Once more, I've rubbed my sloppy surface and
brighten enough to reflect my love even at...
into perplexity to cognize your masterly tangled
mind.
Once more, I've carpeted my sinful heart
with some sonorous flowers to enchant your
perfect sight.
Once more, I've concealed my hatred into the
sweetest part of mine to offer you not my
darkness but delight.
Once more I've grinded my evils and wickedness
within a tiny nerve to die and turn you to see my
only genial side.
Once more, I've rubbed my sloppy surface and
brighten enough to reflect my love even at...
#anxiety
#dark
#WritingPoetry #FeelingLost
#WritingPoetry #FeelingLost
469 reads
1 Comment
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stars are struttled stiffy on the sky,
nightjars sings themselves to the bones,
clouds offer gifts to the city;
as a creamy shawl thrown over its shoulders.
I like a spoon fed baby, healthy to look, but frail inside,
waiting for a faith to be real;
holding shabby veiws into eyes,
sometimes applouse sometimes it sting,
as spade on spade I feel your steps towards me.
I love to see your damp hair
In the silvery moonlight,
That decore my heart to the core
at every plausible night,
And the soft plead on your lips ...
nightjars sings themselves to the bones,
clouds offer gifts to the city;
as a creamy shawl thrown over its shoulders.
I like a spoon fed baby, healthy to look, but frail inside,
waiting for a faith to be real;
holding shabby veiws into eyes,
sometimes applouse sometimes it sting,
as spade on spade I feel your steps towards me.
I love to see your damp hair
In the silvery moonlight,
That decore my heart to the core
at every plausible night,
And the soft plead on your lips ...
#love
#strength
#hope #emotions
#hope #emotions
607 reads
2 Comments
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