What if the time stops?

What if the time stops?
by Piyal Barua

Our program is about to close the next day. The next day will be our last meeting. I really miss her now. These days though we have limited talk but that is all I have about her. I want to see her some more time.

I And Nature

I And Nature
by Piyal Barua

I am sitting alone beside window and it is raining outside. I am just surprised seeing that my mind is gloomy and the nature is sympathizing me as I believe it is also crying feeling my inner feelings.

You are my Annabel Lee

You are my Annabel Lee

by Piyal Barua

I don't know whether I will get her or not but I want to give her a life of perpetuation. She will live as long as my poem will be read.

You Remind Me

You Remind Me
by Piyal Barua

When I was in high school I was lucky enough to have a propose from a sweet girl. But it was my foolishness not to accept that and left the girl .She cried and urges but I could not understand the emotion laid in behind her tears. But now I cannot g

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See You Again

See You Again
by Piyal Barua

A week before I attended a job training program to develop our activity and accelerate our root-level service.There I have met a girl of my age, is also my colleague whom I first met. I don't know why I became very fascinated by her. As I am not so

You and I

You and I
by LeoNe.U

what being in love feels like

The World is Good Enough

The World is Good Enough
by Surinam27

There are many reasons why people continue to live happily in spite of any amount of negativity.

LIVING A LIE

LIVING A LIE
by Roscoe5

A universal emotion comes to terms of reality in the present world. We ALL go through and live it. I hope you agree....

Groping on a Slippery Pathway

Groping on a Slippery Pathway
by DavidBokolo

Every step they taking ends in a misstep, thus we continue the plodding, without knowing where our last step would step on. A nation in a flounder; just musing.

Blackened

Blackened
by midnight_poesy

City streets and culture often act as synonyms for the human life. When we wander through the lanes and bylanes of our streets, we tend to find in them reflections of our own life and soul. 'Blackened' is a poem about how the external can be juxtapos

Lies We Share

Lies We Share
by secreatiful

It's not so much THAT we fight so much as WHAT we fight about... and in the end, we realize that trying to continue to fight loses focus on the true problem. Am I really better than you?

Types of people

Types of people

by aparna81

Just as there are many exotic species of animals and plants, in the same way ,humans can be classified under various categories depending on their personality traits.

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Right to live

Right to live
by aparna81

Animals are being killed mercilessly. They also have right to live like us.

A Solemn Call to The Faithfuls

A Solemn Call to The Faithfuls
by DavidBokolo

In the midst of threatening World chaos, this call to the Faithful is meant to ask them to be steadfast.; to hold on to the profession of their belief.

The Mysterious Ocean

The Mysterious Ocean
by Slave Prince

You only have one choice.

This is life

This is life
by aparna81

Deals with the description of a hopeless situation in day to day life .

Lonesome

Lonesome

by Dahmie

A poem my finance wrote while I was away. One

Life ...

Life ...
by bluesky

Life is a treasure ...

The Sky

The Sky

by Dhaye

There was a storm here in my place and while sitting by the window, I watch the sky outside. ..

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Love and only Love

Love and only Love
by bluesky

With you I would do thousands of things ...

Little Things make us Great

Little Things make us Great
by bluesky

Small stones make the mountains great

Be A Flower

Be A Flower

by Dhaye

Be beautiful

Dolorous Damsel

Dolorous Damsel
by Hanna Grace

This poem is dedicated to the one who shattered my heart. The MAN who made me believed that he really loved me but his not. Hi ex, this is for you and I wanna say thank you for hurting me.

From the Recluse on the Hilltop

From the Recluse on the Hilltop
by DavidBokolo

In his thatched house in the hilltop, he looks at the world like as in a prism

Courageous Pugilist

Courageous Pugilist
by Hanna Grace

This poem is dedicated to my co- scholars to elucidate how much we strive and how much we improve our way of living in the society.

Caught in a spider's Web

Caught in a spider's Web
by DavidBokolo

Life's is about purpose and achievement, but also there are a lot of pitfall and ensnarement.