I don’t understand why I don’t understand why she was sent into my life I don’t know if it’s to help me or for me to realize I can never have anyone as good as…
There’s someone in everyone’s life who’s so special that we can’t imagine our lives without them. Those persons become our happiness & at the same time they make us cry. They become our strength & weakness. They make us restless & they soothe our panting heart.
Remember, my child, gods and demons, ghosts and elves are fragments of one, built by the hand of the abyss.
When you find someone who is made for you then you can realise why you waited so long. The time your wait gets over you feel free from the cage of loneliness. The person after meeting whom you find peace and love is just like an angel in your life.
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This is a rhyming couplet about a young boy who is a big-time foodie and his love interest who loves to travel and explore the world. This poem is very close to my heart. Both keep on wandering all the time one about the food and other about the places she want’s to travel. But as they say, “not all who wander are lost”. But unfortunately, this boy has only met her in his dreams.
At every night when the stars appears in the sky. It reminds me of you. The presence of your thoughts enlighten my soul with love and happiness. The moon in the sky feels me like…
Limited resources is a Cascade Poem. The speaker of the poem emphasizes her priorites in case she had limited ink to write, limited time to see, and limited memories to retain.
It is a Pattern Based Poem.
You say today i will listen, Your daily complaints, Today i will away, Hold your hand, Feel your pain, You say today i will listen, Daily office, Took time off work, To spend a full…
I didn’t love you, not at first. I couldn’t let myself become fragile to you…
How to love mE? Should I teach you, how to love mE?Should I keep you, how to have mE?There is nothing more to know Should I peep you, how to touch mE?It was close to…
Bare branches. When stripped of leaves, do they know that spring returns again? Broken hearts. When nooses beckon, do they know that love will heal the pain?
You’ll hate me when I tell my truth. My feelings splattered on the page. Still wet the tears, though blood runs dry. Your feelings locked in wound lined cage.
Love’s Philosophy is a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley where the speaker of the poem is trying to woo the addressee. S/he calls for their union stating that it is the divine law of nature.
