I Dreamed my Grandmother

I Dreamed my Grandmother
by Stredwick

I dreamed of my grandmother

An apology to my heart

An apology to my heart

by aparna81

Listen to your heart before doing anything. Your heart knows the best. It doesn't mean you should ignore your mind. Your heart should be strong enough to convince your mind about your decision.

Lost

Lost
by joshcahuylan

Sometimes we don't know where to go or to find our own path.

Beautiful Darkness

Beautiful Darkness
by joshcahuylan

Sometimes darkness brings comfort to our self.

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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....

Right to live

Right to live
by aparna81

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

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.

Hide No More Mom

Hide No More Mom
by danziel leleoun

A poem for all the mother's out there who tries to hide their emotions.

Bitter

Bitter

by Syn Michele

Dangerous love

Fly over the sea

Fly over the sea
by amelydely

My mind
flies over the shimmering sea,
...

My Tomorrow

My Tomorrow
by Sivaranjini Senthilvel

An insight to the tomorrow in my head!

What weren't Ye?

What weren't Ye?
by Sivaranjini Senthilvel

A poem I dedicate to all mothers or Godesses caring and loving out there in the world!

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Obdurate Reminiscence

Obdurate Reminiscence
by Manahill Naik

What is more obdurateThan the shadowed stainsOver the moonOr the unforgotten memoriesOf me and you?*EverytimeI watch the stars glowAnd everytimeI let the tears flowA movie plays in my headI watch it over and overAnd I wishI could live it...

An Angel's Hand

An Angel's Hand
by Teddy Kimathi

There's an angel in and around us, all the time

Find God

Find God

by Manahill Naik

Humans are madeTo hold the reinsHumans are madeTo be blessedAnd ungratefulWe're meant to learnAnd to seeWhat we never see*Beleive,There our secretsBuried underThe deepened cratersOf the glowing moon*There are uncanny talesEtched withinThe...

Lost God

Lost God

by Manahill Naik

Someone's watchingWhen I don't water the flowersAnd they die*Someone's watchingWhen I run afarFrom where I'm meantTo run toward*Someone's watchingWhen I cryBecause I've felt Someone swipeThe tears away*Someone's watchingWhen I enter the darkAnd...

Thankful sorry

Thankful sorry

by Manahill Naik

I hear so muchSo I say too muchI haven't keptA dictionary in my pocketI havent pausedI have just saidWhat I haveNever meant.*Human heartsBreak apartHuman soulsCould never holdThe pieces together.It's destinyEtched betweenThe spaces of the linesOn...

Aching Wrists

Aching Wrists
by Jack50rko

Depression is a monster we have to fight at some point in our lives.

Sick And Twisted

Sick And Twisted
by Jack50rko

This poem embodies my writing ethic. I can only write when I'm really depressed. I feel a certain surge of inspiration when I'm depressed. When I don't feel that surge of depressing inspiration, I can't write a word.

X and Y

X and Y
by Manahill Naik

Why did the stars stay where they always stay?Have not they ever rebelled?Has the moon tried to seek another sky?Have the seas told what they're forbidden to tell?//I'm kicking the cloud of dirt away,That's summoned to hang above my head.The...

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The Broken Highway

The Broken Highway
by Manahill Naik

The broken highway of distressed brains and deep ditchesNeedle shrubs on either sidesWalks the abysmal souls reigned by sorrowsAnd the souls vacant,Of hopes of moonlit seas and pretty tomorrow*The broken highway laden,With corpses of spring...

Before it's too late....

Before it's too late....
by rekhanshiraghava

Respecting and honoring all human beings is the greatest way to serve God.

Mud stained sleeve

Mud stained sleeve
by Manahill Naik

I meet my eyes
Before the frosted mirror
Wiping the condensed water tears...

He Who Sits By The Canvas

He Who Sits By The Canvas
by Manahill Naik

He who sits by the canvas
In the mornings as auburn as flames
A stroke of the colored paint brush...

In the Canefirds

In the Canefirds
by Stredwick

I really enjoyed working in the canefields, especially the loads of food we used to eat

Cricket in the Road

Cricket in the Road
by Stredwick

We worship the game of cticket

Stop the Rains

Stop the Rains
by Stredwick

We want the persistent rains to stop.