Damsel in distress
All she knows is how to dress!
Always walking round in that hair....
The cry of a heart for something that is never meant to be its.
Two souls have grown so close pretty fast, but remain so far that it hurts deep inside.
I really miss my golden days of running carefree, laughing out loud, crying for petty or no issues at all, pestering mom and dad for a candy! I so miss my beautiful Childhood.....
I reckon, it is quite apparent
There's something wrong with her grandparent.
And I hate to admit,...
The only thing my man was good for was giving me a damaged heart.
Chimp, the chimpanzee chief,
Has come to represent his own loving fief,
'Knock, knock, Chimp is here.'...
As Christians all over the world prepare for yet another celebration of the birth Jesus Christ, I can't help drawing a line of what has happened to our world, contrasting what Christ did and man desire to walk in the opposite lane.
poet describes his times as a younger man.
MUST READ: A poem that explores how experiences of war are passed through the generations of a family, and relishes the unique connection between grandparents and grandchildren.
Time flee fast
And it is never enough
I sit and thrilled...
A poem describing the greatness of God and His mighty power
I wrote this poem as the Amadabo Of Enyumuama, a town in the Niger Delta of Nigeria whose cry of abandonment graced this forum recently. What do I do about this ancient kingdom?
This poem is entirely remembering and portraying how i yearn to return home(SOUTH SUDAN)
A verse that everyone can relate to. A poetic tale of dawn and dusk that aren't existing but will win the race one day!!
For your best friend!! Tat is in need of uh
Time that heals and deals with the relationships that were once remembered like perfect !!!
Who could blame her?
The feeling when you want someone so badly but the world is against it.
It was your time to be happy, and your heart knew it.
After all, she was still human.
"Let's play a game", he said.
"What game?", she asked
"Tell me your lies and I will tell you mine", he answered....
I, a once thriving community is now abandoned due to labor mobility. I am wailing to come back to life.
Between mountains of blue florets
Forty seven degrees to the south
Up inside the only tree house in view...
A little dark poem, about liars and their cheap lies.
The narration is story type!!!
Wdout rhyming words!!!
Hope u get the poem!!!
Hope u ll love it!!!!
To the love of wind!!!
To tat wind!!!!
I am walking a slippery thoroughfare; a pilgrim in search of home where He that sits on the Throne is the King of king.