A piece about how my life compares with iron.

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I am a red hot iron bar, as yet in a meaningless shape.

And here I am on the anvil, and the hammers are beating down on me; harder than before, every time they strike. The heat from my being scorches those around me.

I have been smoldered in the furnace of standards and expectations; my wild non-conforming nature is now subject to the hammer of rebuke and reproach. …


A poem about misunderstood intents.

A round blue fallen pawn among a group of upstanding white pawns and bishops and rooks.
A round blue fallen pawn among a group of upstanding white pawns and bishops and rooks.
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My words
Though they mean not
What is being derived from them
Though they are intended
To mean well
Are misconstrued
Misunderstood
Misinterpreted

And I am left
At a loss
Due to all these
Mis-takes
And the mismanagement
On my part
In communicating
What I was meant to

The intent
Gets lost in translation
Quite literally
And the subsequent explanations
And clarifications
Only end up
Heightening the doubts
Instead of alleviating them

And I am left
Immersed
In regret
And trepidation
At the futility
Of my efforts
At having even
Voiced my opinions…

It is so exasperating when preconceived notions…


A poem exploring the idea of the reason for love being in-accessible

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I was taught
Growing up
By all the love stories
And all the romance movies
With happy endings
That, if love is true
The whole universe
Conspires to unite
Those who have
Fallen in love…

So if she was not
United with me
It must mean
That there was a flaw
In my love for her
That my wanting
Was incomplete
My passion; defective
And my desire of her
Fallacious

It must mean, also,
That I
Did not deserve her
And that she
Deserved better
That the room
For improvement
In me, in my fervor
Rendered me
Unworthy of her


A poem about the hurt one feels when the one we love moves on and finds happiness.

A gloomy man in a sky-blue jacket, black jeans and brown boots, standing on a beach with his head down and water lapping his boots and a pier in the background and a mist hiding the mountains and part of the pier.
A gloomy man in a sky-blue jacket, black jeans and brown boots, standing on a beach with his head down and water lapping his boots and a pier in the background and a mist hiding the mountains and part of the pier.
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You changed,
And so did your heart
His love found its way
To it
And replaced
The love you had for me
And here I thought
Love can never be replaced
That I will always
Remain, immortalized,
In your heart
That there is more space there
For others
But that I will always have
A special corner there
That will keep belonging
To me
Even when others
Overpower the space
In your heart
With their love
And I also thought
That I will always have
A right over
That small piece
Of your heart
Forever
And therefore
Upon you!
That there will always
Be a chance,
However small,
That you may
Find your way
Back to me
Some…


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A poem about the momentary life of the…


A poem about being in love with nature.

A girl in grey short skirt and white shirt, lying on a tree branch hanging above water with an open book lying on her face as if she got tired after reading the book and just lay down for a while to rest.
A girl in grey short skirt and white shirt, lying on a tree branch hanging above water with an open book lying on her face as if she got tired after reading the book and just lay down for a while to rest.
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I’d love to think
That I am in love!

With the fire burning yonder and its billowing smoke
With the hanging branches of the willows around
With the lone cuckoo calling unseen from the trees
With the sky and the sun and the clouds and the moon

I’d love to think
That I am in love!

With the nature that is around me
With the soul that resides in me
With the people who surround me
And with the wish for love that is in me

I’d love to think
That I am in love!

With lord and land
With the…


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A poem about hurt when you are forced…


A poem about the combination of rain and sadness.

View of road through the wet windshield of a car on a rainy day with dark clouds in the sky, damp dark road below and trees lining one side of the road and buildings the other.
View of road through the wet windshield of a car on a rainy day with dark clouds in the sky, damp dark road below and trees lining one side of the road and buildings the other.
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Why
When sorrow is
Keeping me down and out
Do the black pouring clouds
Bleak-en my blues?
With their dark somber hues

Why
When my heart is
Heavy with sadness
Do the raindrops seem
Like they are the tears of the brooding skies
Commiserating with me and my bleary eyes

Sometimes when you are sad, the dark skies and the downpour reinforces the despair. You celebrate your blues, sitting alone in a comfortable corner of your room, by the window, with a hot cup of coffee in hand, recalling some fond memories and the realization of the lack of any…

Graveheart Neel

An aspiring poet, a regular 9–5 employee trying to break free from the monotony of routine life; hoping for cathartic expression of my literary self..

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