Category: Poems

Blog Series Editorial Love Gazette II Poems

Butterflies are born…

By RotaractArts 0

Roses were red,The whole world was blue.I was telling you everything,Since the day I fell for you.Nine suns rose in March,Pushing us from warzone to comfort zone.The shine in your eyes I’ll never forget,Your smile stole all the pain.Favourite songs of yours were being played.Dopamine volcanoes are eruptingWhen you are with me.You are so pretty,Even more than the flowers I gave.I was not shaking,Cause my love was true.The smell of romance,Defeated the smell of Tacos.When the whole world supported us,I felt the warmth of your hand.While looking into the most beautiful eyes,I said “¡Te Amo!”To the moon and back, I’ll always love you,Here I am, Mi Vida,Waiting till your butterflies are born… -Rtr. Inura Dewasinghe

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Blog Series Love Gazette II Poems

The story that never ends…

By RotaractArts 0

Say you remember,The days of youth we yet so oddly treasure,The days on this sandy coast we used to play in leisure,To the magic kingdom of sea,we promised to lead each other,Searching for hidden mysteries and bountiful treasure. Hidden beneath the silver liningsof water,Reside the friends & foes alike.And we thought of conquering the city of Mermen,And rule through day & night. We were so young when our heart yearned to dance so freely,On the soft sand white and silky.The day we found stars on bare land,Under the red sun and shiny,believed I saw the vast ocean in your eyes blue and glassy. Following the path we once threadedunder the evening sun rays,Hand in hand, leaving nothing but our heart's…

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Blog Series Editorial Love Gazette II Poems

“Yellow”

By RotaractArts 0

He bloomed like the yellow flowers on the street, Next to the pile of rotten leaves and weed.  I do not remember the name,  I knew once when I was younger,  More innocent and stupid. The petals were far apart,  And there were no pretty butterflies to suck its nectar.  I went to smell it, for the bright yellow enticed me,  But there was nothing.  All I smelt was the wet concrete of the road, And my feet with slippers were covered in mud.  The rain poured from above, crashing onto my frail umbrella And the wind started to blow.  But the petals never fell,  And I didn't want to go. -Rtr. Vibhavee Sarathchandra

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Blog Series Creepy Pasta Editorial Poems

Welcome, Welcome

By RotaractArts 0

Come, come you won't get bored,'cause I let you in my humble abode.Promise I'll keep your company to no end,For you are my bestest friend. There,Greet my mama on the couch.Worry not, they're inside this pouch.Her eyes and ears and tongue and hair,Stored inside with love and care. Look,My little brother wants to play ball.But, alas, he is useless than a clay doll.His arms and legs, you ask where?Oh, they are probably in his play area. We are an odd bunch, now you see.There's also my big brother in his study.He never comes out of that big ugly room,"Scary things happen there", whispers the moon. Fear, oh fear, I see in your face.Now I know you're about to run a…

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Blog Series Creepy Pasta Editorial Poems

Dreams

By RotaractArts 0

(Volume 02: Nightmares) It was a nightmare… The things we see when our eyes are closed, We call them "Dreams" I dream, but I'm not a dreamer. I just dream. It didn't feel like a dream,  The darkness I witnessed  Was too realistic. People toasting with  Poisonous champagne,  Serpents creeping leisurely In this scene.  I wanted to scream.  I tried and I cried  To take me out of this world,  Not knowing it's a dream. I saw boogeymen, ghouls  And werewolves. But I was most afraid to see  Humans. Corinthian was looking  Straight at me. There's no Sandman to save me. When it all ended,  I opened my eyes to see  What I woke up into... - Rtr. Inura Dewasinghe

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Blog Series Creepy Pasta Editorial Poems

A Haiku

By RotaractArts 0

"Vampires or demons, Who are you most afraid of? No one, but myself." (Haiku, or Haiku poetry, is a traditional genre of poetry originated in Japan. Traditional Haiku consists of three lines and 17 syllables, typically following the syllable count of 5,7,5. The haiku poetry is usually based on observations and realizations of truth.) -Rtr. Inura Dewasinghe

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Editorial Poems

තරු පිහාටුවක් මටත් දෙනව දෝ…

By RotaractArts 0

තරු පිහාටුවක් මටත් දෙනව දෝසඳ කුමාරියක් නොවෙ‍යි කිමෙක් දෝඈත විශ්වයේ ඉගිළ යන්න දෝහීන නිම්නයේ…මං රැජිනක් දෝ… අහස් දූපතේ මල් පිපේවි දෝහිම කැට ඉවුරේ සැනසීමක් දෝඇහිපිය හෙවණේ උණුහුම ඇත් දෝහීන නිම්නයේ…මං රැජිනක් දෝ… තරු පිහාටුවක් මටත් දෙනව දෝ… නීල කඳුකරේ මං කුසුමක් දෝනීල විල් දියේ තිසරඟනක් දෝනීල තුරුපතේ පිනි බිඳුවක් දෝහීන නිම්නයේ…මං රැජිනක් දෝ… තරු පිහාටුවක් මටත් දෙනව දෝ… - Rtr. කවීෂා හංසි

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Editorial Poems

you, an ocean

By RotaractArts 1

you are an oceanso deep and silentbaring all the chaoswithout any whineI hear you singwith the windyou forgiveunderstandloveunconditionallybut I am afraid thatone dayyou will get overwhelmedand release your thought tidesunexpectedlyjust like oceans do once in a while - Rtr. Bhagya Naranpanawa

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Editorial Poems

A Night of Revenge

By RotaractArts 0

Red paint splashed all over the room, Smell of salt and metal, Funny how one could almost think blood has been spilled tonight in a calm household. A guy on all fours, Begging, crying- "Not my Son, not him He's still eighteen" And a grim lover at the counter, Starring at the mess on the kitchen floor Flesh, and more "Red paint" Boom! The once pale body, laid on the floor Gives not a single twitch His Ken-doll lips - blue, now tainted with wet streaks of Red, A young man hovers over the broken pieces of a marble statue, Stands and walks back, A snail leaving dark trails of revenge, Sense of smug pride strewn across the white face,…

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Editorial Poems

කවි දෙකක්, දෙන්නෙක්ට.

By RotaractArts 0

ඔහු තම පෙම්බර ළබැඳියටත් , ඔහුගේ ම යහපත් මිතුරියකටත් මෙසේ ලියා තිබුණි. ළබැඳියට, හදවත කැඩී සුන් වී ගිය එක දිනකකොහෙන් ආව සුරඟනක් ද ඔබ එදිනනෙතඟ කඳුළු බිඳුවක් නුඹ මෝදු කළඅලුත් හීනයක් දුන්නා මගෙ හිතට හැම දිනක් ගනින්නැතිනුඹ දකිනු රිසින් මංඑක දිනක් යෙදෙන්නැතිනුඹව දැකගත්ත මංමුනිවත ම රකින්නැතිගොළුවෙකුගෙ විලස ම මංකොහොම නම් කියන්න දනුඹට පෙම් කරමි මං යහපත් මිතුරියට, කටකාර කියවිල්ලනිමක් නෑ කනත් නෑඒත් නුඹෙ හිත හොඳයිමං තාම කිව්වෙ නෑකිසි දෙයක් කියන්නටබයක් නෑ වගක් නෑයහපත් ම මිතුරියටමිලක් නෑ කමක් නෑවිහිළුවට තහළුවටකෙළවරක් ඇත්තෙ නෑබණ කතා දෙසන්නටඊට වැඩි කෙනෙක් නෑලොකුකමයි පණ්ඩිතයිකමක් නෑ කමක් නෑමචං උඹ හොඳ එකීතරහ නෑ තරහ නෑ Rtr. කවීෂා හංසි

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