The dance of love

The dance of love

by LUIS KAY

A poem on romantism

Keeping Faith......

Keeping Faith......
by rekhanshiraghava

tough times tests our faith, and by being strong and believing in god helps us to over pass those difficult situations. It's the one that comes directly from my heart.

How to better describe you?

How to better describe you?
by Ranju vel

(I was asked to describe Snow without using the word SNOW, and here it is. A different approach! Thanks to Poetspub will surely not suffice to express my gratitude! Hope this poem is loved too guys!☺)

The Cops’ routine Duty

The Cops’ routine Duty
by DavidBokolo

When the shots ceased and the cloud cleared he was grateful to be in one piece, but not so for two others lying lifeless on the pavement

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The Highway Cops

The Highway Cops
by DavidBokolo

This series of Poems are my tribute to the members of the Nigeria Police that lost their lives in the course of protecting her citizens

The City Cops

The City Cops
by DavidBokolo

When the gun finally stopped at the sound of a wailing siren called to the scene and a toll was taken, another cop would not be seeing his wife and baby without saying good-bye He’d paid the supreme price to keep us safe in our homes

Labyrinth

Labyrinth
by Teddy Kimathi

There's something about eyes, if you look deeply into them.....

Art of Forgetting

Art of Forgetting
by Teddy Kimathi

We all have different ways we want to forget different things

I Weep For Joy

I Weep For Joy
by DavidBokolo

And like the one that just awakens from a nightmare, the Joy of a true Love will wipe away all the pain and sorrow you ever had that you won't believe it is for real.

Tear Drops

Tear Drops
by DavidBokolo

Relief can become so overwhelming that your joy and sadness can become one big tear drop

Could My Tears Ever Touch You

Could My Tears Ever Touch You
by DavidBokolo

I could not bear to hold back my tears as my boyfriend said we are breaking up and left me in the cold. But no matter how much tears I shed, It could touch his heart

The Strange Bedfellows

The Strange Bedfellows
by DavidBokolo

Life could be fun sometimes: throwing in strange bedfellows together. The puddle they'll make will take an eternity to clean.

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DIAMOND IN THE SWAMP Pt: 6

DIAMOND IN THE SWAMP Pt: 6
by DavidBokolo

# The East/West coastal road dream, is it still alive????

Diamond in The Swamp Pt: 5

Diamond in The Swamp Pt: 5
by DavidBokolo

Day 5: The East/West Coastal Road dream, is it still alive???

MASK OF DISGUISE....

MASK OF DISGUISE....
by rekhanshiraghava

Do we all wear this mask of disguise to cover our pain, do we all hide tears...

Hurts When You Forget

Hurts When You Forget
by Gary Amaro

I told mama you'll be here

So she cooked your favorite dinner...

Human Tendency

Human Tendency
by shivam maurya

Nature of Human depends on life style

A Nation In Motion

A Nation In Motion
by DavidBokolo

So very busy, but we don't seem to be getting anywhere. What is the matter with us?

WORDS

WORDS
by Dahmie

If you talking about wisdom
I got it and its rich
Let me give you some of it...

The Forgotten Casualties of War: Igbobo-Robert

The Forgotten Casualties of War: Igbobo-Robert
by DavidBokolo

The Forgotten Casualties of War-Igbobo Robert is an excerpt from my book 'The Forgotten Casualties of War: Igbobo-Robert.' was about one of the forgotten casualties of the Nigeria civil war that took place btween1967 and 1970.

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If Ever You Leave Me

If Ever You Leave Me
by Gary Amaro

I'm out of love

I need a fresh air...

Hit Me Back

Hit Me Back
by Gary Amaro

This poem (or song) is for those who want to be a good friend to someone no matter how painful. This is very personal. I hope my friend read this.

Down The Memory Lane

Down The Memory Lane

by Dr.Blossom

**Criticism is wholly welcomed Dr. Blossom

Waiting

Waiting
by Mahoobee

Music blasting in my ears.
I wake up from a nightmare.
The lonely grey ceiling stares....

May Flowers May Die

May Flowers May Die
by Gary Amaro

Across the river
Across the town
I had been in a flower garden...

Scribbled Chronicle

Scribbled Chronicle

by Dr.Blossom

This poem is a portrait of what writing is to me. For me it has been a form of expressing from the basic to the most complex things in life. I hope you like it! **Criticism is wholly welcomed. Dr.Blossom

April Rain

April Rain
by Summer

Hundreds of stones were resting below her tiny feet
They're sending pain all over her small body
But she never really cared, not a little...