This is a modest poem on photographs,written in Archaic English language(Shakespearen). Hope you enjoy reading it
She lay awake again
Looking outside her window pane
Some stars above had fallen...
I long to hear your voice,
Lost in the shadows of life:
So many words left unspoken,...
This is a poem describing the brilliancies a woman possesses and why acid attack should be stopped
Like a blade of grass trampled by feet!
Like a splash of rain sinking in deceit!
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This is a poem wrote,dedicating to my ex-best friend! It's surely bound to touch your hearts
This is a poem which describes the life I lead! And am totally proud of it. Dug a little deep! Hope the last few lines remove the melancholy!
The joy of the Soul is an antidote to a weary soul, and a laughter, the evidence of the joy of the heart. Read with me.
Dedicated to someone who taught me some of love's hardest lessons.
Catch a glimpse of her
Her honey copper eye
The right side of her butter cup head,...
A wonder
How I've unknotted
The tethers of the dark and the shadows...
I'd wanted this to come in a poem but my browser thought otherwise, so here we are. Our local communities are going into extinction one after the other. What's the name of this malady?
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...
She smellsLike vanillaAnd the blistering skin of marshmallowsRoasting on a winter fireShe sweatsAnd it smellsLike the early dew of a rose petalShe smellsOf a smell you've never smelt beforeFor she sits aloneOn her bus to home*She smilesGentlyLike...