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  • gibkin 31w

    I realised that some people made me blind but now it's my time to get up and roll the dice.

    ©jenny0901

  • gibkin 62w

    BROKEN TRUST

    I rightly trusted you
    Among every all
    But you didn't value
    My torment fall.

    Things I used to share
    Was utterly true
    But you made me tear
    The trust in you.

    From your lie, I learned
    Or maybe you taught
    Like a wind you turned
    And gave me blot.

    This is all I can say,
    "Trust is easy to break
    But cannot make the way
    Filled with stake"

    Maybe sometime
    When we see again
    Broken trust everytime
    In mind will remain.

    ©Poem_pickk

  • gibkin 64w

    POEM PICK

  • gibkin 64w

    HAIR

    She is the crown
    And my power
    When I wear down
    My fetching hair lower.

    When wind blows
    And swings my hair
    She touches my face
    And Whispers, "I'm one of a rare".

    Those days were bad
    When mother used to tie.
    And I get mad
    For every oil, she apply.

    In sunny day
    I tie her up
    In a classic bun
    With a scrunchie up.

    I style her rare
    With rich adornment
    Oh! my beautiful hair
    With hell lot of attachment.

    ©Poem_pickk

  • gibkin 65w

    MESSY ROOM

    My messy room
    With actual hell like mess
    Cleaning is a doom
    With unruly stress.

    My morning cup
    Is still on the bed
    And that old lollipop
    On the way to spread.

    And the cat named tod
    Has ruined the floor
    All the ants are caught
    Somewhere amid the door

    Closets are full
    Stuffed to the max
    The old clothes dull
    And sock under the racks

    Clearing this mess
    Can take my whole day
    Then let me guess
    Ok, I won't clean today.

  • gibkin 66w

    BEYOND THE SAD SMILE

    Beautiful fair smile
    Rays of sunshine on face
    But it didn't last for a while
    Before setting the smile ablaze.

    A sad smile
    Was manipulating me
    My heart breaks for a while
    When I try to smile free

    When I adress with a mask
    Hiding the ache
    Something reminds me off
    Then I give a smile fake.

    Behind that sad lone smile
    Misery I tried to hide
    It took me way too while
    To see my smile back wide.

    A small curve in my face
    Just started to bloom
    When I smiled at once
    Alone in the room.

    ©Poem_pickk

  • gibkin 67w

    WHEN IS SUNDAY?

    A day for sleep
    And a long constant snore
    Vision so deep
    And drooling even more.

    Gaming hours
    And eating twice
    Sound like failures
    But Sunday made me wise.

    Ceaselessly thinking food
    And botherless singing
    This so feels good
    With icecream binging.

    But when is Sunday?
    All seems the same
    I do this everyday
    Without any aim.

    ©Poem_pickk

  • gibkin 67w

    HAIR

    She is the crown
    And my power
    When I wear down
    My fetching hair lower.

    When wind blows
    And swings my hair
    She touches my face
    And Whispers, "I'm one of a rare".

    Those days were bad
    When mother used to tie.
    And I get mad
    For every oil, she apply.

    In sunny day
    I tie her up
    In a classic bun
    With a scrunchie up.

    I style her rare
    With rich adornment
    Oh! my beautiful hair
    With hell lot of attachment.

    ©Poem_pickk

  • gibkin 67w

    A MESSAGE

    Hey,
    The moon and my sunshine
    Thanks for your love
    Which holds me everytime.

    When I look in you
    And you look at me
    I can see your eyes true
    With love and free.

    You've changed me already
    From the day I met you
    The way you handle gently
    Has made me feel new.

    Your call on me
    With pretty pet name
    My heart goes happy
    When you laugh on my joke lame

    Holding your hand
    Says a hundred line
    Your love for me
    And your favourite, divine

    And this cutest line for you,
    "Just because I fight alot
    Doesn't mean that I find you any less hot".

    ©Poem_pickk

  • gibkin 68w

    AN IMAGINARY FRIEND

    A friend
    A honest one
    With her I spend
    The days I'm done.

    She is selfless
    And she needed me
    We sing the chorus
    Till i feel free.

    She so pretty
    Never disappoints
    I feel so friendly
    And a consistent rejoice.

    I loved talking with her
    With best close buddy
    Her shield in danger
    And a finest company.

    She helped fighting battles
    And assist me flee
    She left me after
    Making my soul happy.

    ©Poem_pickk