the poem is about an ugly girl who refuses to cope up with the world. But her mom teach her a lesson how to live in a rude world.
A spooky night unaware in to a haunted house
A lot of people have their diaries. But do you have a question diary?
She born to laugh, she born to play
She born to dance, she born to shine like a ray
She will fly to the sky, if she can...
How it is to be busted, unwanted and better-off-dead. photo from: f-covers.com
Oh ! This is so wonderful to dream about being teleported to a fantasy world ..wo ho...
I tried so hard to write about my fear!! But couldn't go well with any single stuff! So was thinking and thinking and the went to sleep!!! Next day my head was full of fearful thoughts that were imbibed in my subconscious tiny miny brain!
a poem about a couple who struggle against the nature...........
I call you love and you call me baby
I was a pessimist and you were an optimist
We are a world apart, with a distance of miles....
When Dalton said on one of his covers, "Because I'm still crying about it." I was like, "Me too Dalton, me too." So yeah. Read at your own risk. :D
The fear about the pattern in an abusive relationship, leading to bitterness, then freedom.
this a a poem through which it is being describe that what a hungry beggar can teach us and how he live a life in a true world..
A look inside of the mind of an emotionally neglected child.
If you believe in love then you should probably know that love come by hating.
One poor mom walks mile to finds her son. she believe her son will return home but unfortunately the storm takes her son far away. She requested the people from the village to help her but they refuse. Here a mom explaining her pain..................
Your identity is stolen. Your familes, friends and even your lover doesn't know you and instead accepts the fake 'you' as you. In a world where your existence is nothing and you're no longer you, that is my fear
A very short poem thought about and written one coffee break about a forgotten past.
My fear has never been the darkness, but what lingers in it. Faceless shadows here, there, everywhere....Freaking me out!
The one that my grandma used!!! To actually make me sleep!!!
The feel I feel at my rooftop beneath the endless sky, giving me a vision for my endless dreams!!!
Live with me one more time
Let me dance in the rain one more time
Allow me to touch your hand one more time...
a poem for beautiful girls who saw no future for beauty defied man, no chemistry for an ugly creature and no dynamics for the two to have a wealthy, healthy, extravaganza ever after