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POETIC DEVICESEuphony: A series of musically pleasant sounds, conveying a sense of harmony and beauty to the language.Example: Than Oars divide the Ocean,Too silver for a seam—Or Butterflies, off Banks of NoonLeap, plashless as they swim.— “A Bird Came Down the Walk,” Emily Dickenson (last stanza)I’ll waitBy Laraib ZakirMaybe holding onto is tiring,Excruciatingly draining of what is leftIt’s a little melancholy that goes a long way,Something that withers you away.Although wilted, you still want it to stayThat is whyAfter waiting for so long The mind betrays the heart,heart that yearns to cling onFor a little longerBut how long is that little longer?It’s too farfetched ever to come back,Infinitely fabricated to ever become true And too abstract even to exist. Comes the brittle answer The damage is what I wish to reverseAll I now want is the lifeBefore I met youThe once strong belief starts to fade awayIn a room flickering with doubts, The fainted arguments Gradually die, over and over againUntil they are finally buried.Taking your name for the last timeThe heart skips a beat A calm then settlesAnd that is when I ask youWhat have I been waiting for this long?A cold walkBy Mashaal FaridAnd these crispy notes; crippledTurned to gold shades.In the retailing amber orchids,From the pale fantasies of mosaic allegories...To hectic endingsI progressed my pilgrimage to your city. Save meBy Javeria Ali KhanI keep searching for you every day, And I am losing my sanity; people sayBut I won’t give up on you, no way!It’s my firm belief that I’ll find you someday My heart is bleeding pain;I want to cry it away…Deep inside me, I am flooded with tears;This “Iron Lady” is rusting away…In front of this world, So strong I stayBut I want to fall apart in front of you,In the most fragile wayAfter all, I can’t deny, That I’m just made of clayIf you don’t come to save me,In my own tears, I’ll disappear someday…. Hide and SeekBy Bariyah FaisalHiding behind that wallStealing those glancesI suck in air,Finally able to breatheThis game of hide and seekwhere I go to my usual spotAnd you find me there, Taking me all in one breadthWe play this game like a ritualThose few moments are our happy momentsSo let us drown in them for eternity.Black PrisonerAli Asghar GhaniWithin the prison behind my eyes,when the black prisoner begins to and fro motion,like the bob of a pendulumI construct an invisible key made up of words,to unlock him before he spreads his darkness such words make me feel as light and free,like a balloon floating in the airCompiled by SKKindly send your contibutions at: uspoetscorner@gmail.com

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