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it was during a sunset

i found my love smiling

tensed and my arms wet

her dimples left me killing

my love! you brought some tune

into my life without a rhythm

we dreamt till the moon

and you found my algorithm

sleepless and craving

conversations of repetition

loving and planning

you were my meditation

in your lips

lost my eyes

in your hips

i found so nice

cuddling all day all night

always never done

couldn’t get you out of sight

we were one

forever in neverland

living inside your blanket

no better dreamland

you were my jacket

skin on skin , chin on chin

agrees on everything

leaving each other to win

thinking about nothing

and on that fine morning

when i woke up into reality

from your timely warning

which changed our mentality

you had your questions

for which i had no answer

helped by no discussions

wished i had cancer

i broke you into pieces

and shattered you away

somehow our love ceases

i knew you had to pay

we pushed each other far

thought it was easy

but you went through the war

and it left me crazy

never ever seen again

maybe so far to reach out

i found myself in vain

lost and cut out

in the nights of insomnia

that makes me helpless

wish you were my amnesia

and sorry for being worthless

©2020 robusta

Published by Jimmy John

After a long term of boredom becoming a boredom. I think it's time to show up. A young lad who gave upon impressing people, instead loves to share, express and communicate those raw thoughts and vague imaginations with all readers, friends and folks.

27 thoughts on “LOVE , LUST & LOST …

    1. Hi Jimmy,

      I concur with Kally about the nice image that you included in the post, though it does not convey the second word in the title of your post; only the first and third L words are conveyed in the image.

      I must commend you highly for writing this rhyming poem. Your show considerable rhyming skill, though I would like to inform you that “far” does not rhyme with “war”, and that the repeated word “out” does not constitute a rhyme. On the whole, a very good effort indeed.

      I personally only write rhyming poems, often with end rhymes, internal rhymes as well as rhythmic devices, syllabic schemes, and other subtle or overt features, as I consider many of the non-rhyming ones that I routinely encounter to be too unstructured and ad hoc, their form (or lack thereof) even widely abused, exploited or misunderstood by those who lack the required imagination and discipline to achieve or maintain poetic excellence.

      For these reasons, I have decided that my poems should rhyme and have rhythmic schemes, syllabic patterns and other numeric properties and calligraphic considerations, as well as being wedded to my art, graphics and musical compositions.

      May you and Kally have a wonderful weekend soon!

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      1. I appreciate your efforts to help me improve. But at times I would rather prefer to be raw than perfect. I leave things as it is and as it flows and I don’t go for continuous editing unless i feel like it is atmost important. Regards

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      2. Hi Jimmy,

        Thank you for your reply. I understand, though I would beg to defer that your poem is by any means raw. On the contrary, it is quite well done, and has its own charm.

        Neither is my mentioning the two matters regarding your poem a reference to, or a prompt for, fixing your poem to perfection, regardless of whatever other issues that a discerning person may care to identify or reveal to you. Specifically, what I highlighted are two pairs of words that clearly do not fit at all into the existing rhyming scheme of your said poem.

        In any case, I enjoyed reading your poem so much so that I have also bothered to interact with you here.

        I look forward to your forthcoming poems. Meanwhile, you are very welcome to peruse my poems concerning a variety of topics, which are accessible at

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    1. I do beleive that an art or even literature becomes so close to our heart only when we can relate it with our lifes and I seriously doubt that you could see someone so close through my poem. 😬

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      1. I think that’s one way to look at it. But sometimes you can appreciate art for just what it is. Like they say, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. To me, this was lovely! Cheers. 😊

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