A heartbreak poem, where the speaker expresses his agony and torment due to lies that were told to her. She wonders if she is the only one suffering or is it both ways.
Pure Light Dances Its Primordial Dance, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra, own poem. The poem doesn’t belong to any of my 18 volumes yet. I share it in 2 pictures, both in English and Hungarian. The photo for illustration is made by me.
My Golden Tears, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra, own poem. The poem doesn’t belong to any of my 18 volumes yet. I share it in 2 pictures, both in English and Hungarian. I wrote essentially 2 versions in Hungarian, then I made them in one only. This last version, I upload here, after sharing the English poem.
This poem is about the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen. There was a depth to her that cannot be described in words. But I am not sure if she was for real or I was just intoxicated by the thing in my hands.
Krishna…. Though this poem the speaker is trying to show her love and devotion for her lord. In this dark world, she is trying to find light under his feet.
Through this wisdom poem, Mystqx Skye is trying to explain to the world the only way to live happily and fully. The way to live every moment of life is ‘extravagance’.
The poem expresses the current state of mortals. They are like ‘summer snow’, full of enigma and questioning their existence. No idea, whether to burn or freeze.
This poem describes the poetess’s love for her mother. The poem shows how much her mother sacrificed just so that she could see her children smile.
Black heart is a romantic poem, that describes the intimacy between the speaker and his lover. It describes the pain and pleasure of their bonds.
The speaker in this poem is helpless as she is infectiously consumed by the love and keeps drifting into the darkness of her lover’s soul.
This poem expresses the love of the speaker for autumn. If a year was tucked inside of a clock, then fall would be the magic hour.
free calling k zamane m tumhe yad to nh hoga mgr ek smay credit leke tumse bat kia krta tha tumhe lgta h m tumhe bhul pauga?
Ba-boom,Ba-boom,Ba-boom,Ba-boom the beating on my heart seems to race faster every time I think about you its very strange,yet its the truth I came to realize it when the capture of your words melts deep…
When you hear the word ugly what do you think?what makes a person or someone so special be called ugly? a world so cold mixes up thoughts of us so wrong telling us we are…
While walking down to the bay, With my eyes and ears on the rising and falling waves, I dream of travelling to a time and place, Where the sky and the ocean would come together…
