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My Lousy Poems- Part 2

Namaste, bloggers! πŸ™

Today, I’m excited to share the second part of My Lousy Poems.

Mind you, this part exceeds in lameness than the previous oneπŸ˜‚ So brace yourself


1. A friend

He calls me “dude”.

I call him “bro.”

And off to this park I sometimes go.
We talk with cheer.
We talk with ease.
We discuss our life, sports and the breeze.

He calls me “man”.

I call him “bud”.

And we joke around on almost every stuff.
We talk.
We speak.
We chit.
We chat.
We talk of them, or this, or that.

He calls me “pal”.

I call him “friend”.

And on that man I can depend.
I trust him well.
He feels the same.

But,
I never really asked his name.

2. Roses and Violets

Roses are blue, violets are red, everybody should stop judging, especially you

3. For a smile

Dear friend, it’s been some time

since I read your poems

I miss reading line after line

of thoughts with which I’m smitten.

Your words are sweet.

I enjoy the treat

of reading them all the time.

You’re deemed elite!

it’s quite a feat

for me to bring out this novice rhyme

You’re so intelligent. damn inspiring too

maybe I shall write some poetry for you.

Something short, hopefully light and airy

like fluffy feathers or wings of dove or fairy!

Hope this poetry can add that simple, sunny touch

enough to make you smile, thank you so much πŸ™‚

4. High on Love

Baby you’re like honey, and I’m a fly
Trapped in this sweet mess, I don’t wanna die
Your lips are like water on the hot summer day
I can’t stop drinking even if it sounds too cliche

Your existence is music to my ears,
Tuned perfectly to kill all my fears
your touch send shivers down my spine
So after you leave I like to drink my red wine

I reach out, eager to express my love, only to discover all the words have been stolen
Who directed this movie, I’m sure it must be Christopher Nolan
oh, and these stars aren’t fixed in the sky,
nor are they broken but surely I am so damn high

Hey, now that you’re finally with me
I look and wonder at the vastness of sky and the sea
How did I get here? you said to my surprise
We were here the whole night, remember you said I was funny and wise

Hey creepy dude get away from me
I was High yesterday and felt fancy free
You’re not my boyfriend you’re just full of shit
sorry to say but you’ve always been that dim wit

what do you mean baby girl
yesterday we were on the dewy grass, rolling on the turf
you said we don’t need any validation and hugged me so firm
oh, but, now I get it, you and your dirty terms

5. Little Abhi and the Coronavirus

When Little Abhi woke one day,
And donned his fluffy robe –
Coronavirus made its way
With pace across the globe.

It spread to China, Italy and Spain,
The States, and the UK too –
It travelled far by boat and plane
For each and all to view!

He washed his hands and stayed inside,
And over time at last –
He found with thrill and delight
“Coronavirus passed”.

And so Little Abhi lived to fight again –
He shook his head and sighed.

But an asteroid crashed then.
And everybody died.


Hope you guys are having a great time 😁 I’ll be back with more stupid rhymes.

Author:

This blog is managed by Abhishek Pathania -A computer science student, who writes short poems on genres ranging from horror, mystery, drama, romance, satire, and fiction. Occasionally you'll find motivational quotes and hand-curated articles on a variety of topics, all capable of shaping conscious awareness.

29 thoughts on “My Lousy Poems- Part 2

  1. Dude, these are not lousy poems! These should be retitled Abhishek’s Awesome Poems. I loved every single one, almost too much goodness to process. Love your sense of melancholic humour, and yes, love the friend whose name you don’t know, aren’t they the best. :))) Rock on xoxoxo

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  2. Haha, the last one was so funny. I was tempted to make a comic with little Abhi in the lead role. It’s the kind of dark comedy I was searching for.

    All the poems are so cute. I jugded you so bad on the second one. It should’ve atleast rhymed, Batman. Also, why do you need to write those wise poems? Continue with this. I’m loving it so much.

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    1. Hehe, thank you! Well, the second one is deep and that’s why it doesn’t rhyme.
      Little Abhi’s comic sounds intriguing. He’s an adventurer and I have many tales of him to tell😁 Wish I’d publish a poetry book featuring Little Abhi soon.
      Stay safe and thanks for the complements. You’ve successfully added 4 chaand to this post.

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  3. I’d not say that, it’s good actually. It came as a surprise because that stream of thought hadn’t been presented on this blog site until today. 😊

    Yeah, the illusion in Poem 02 was rather smart because I, for one, cannot let go of an old rhyme so even when I was reading roses are blue, in my mind it was still roses are red and by the end of it, I could feel the rhythm when there clearly was none. Lol πŸ˜‚

    AdiΓ³s. πŸ€“

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    1. Okay I get itπŸ˜† Romantic poems as such are rare on this blog. Just Tryin’
      Roses are red
      violets are blue
      sunflowers are yellow
      i bet you were expecting something romantic but no this is just gardening facts (read it somewhere)

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