you
I believe you are there, Somewhere in the endless air, A presence felt but never seen, A whisper in the silent dream. You are the gentle touch of breeze, That rustles through the autumn trees, The warmth of sun upon my face, A reminder of yo
Rainy Night
The rain falls gently on the rooftops, A soft patter that never stops, In the darkness of the night, The raindrops shimmer in the light. The world is hushed, the streets are still, As the rain continues its gentle trill, The leaves rustle in
dropsfallingdownlikewater
Minimalism
True love
A story
Separation
This poem is about heartbreak and trials during tough relationships!
Strive
I wrote this one night after watching the movie King Richard! Venus was about to have a big match and Serena was at the court starring at the court her dad walked up to her and told her in so many words that her hard work would pay off in due time!
Strive
I wrote this one night after watching the movie King Richard! Venus was about to have a big match and Serena was at the court starring at the court her dad walked up to her and told her any so many words that her hard work would pay off in due time!
Irony is hitting
thoughts.
The life cycle
Inspired by cooking dahl
Just look!
And the past is gone, confined to history,we live for today its as far as we can see, but, history has a story to tell, it shows the future, it shows it well, because everything goes around and around, well, at least thats what I've found, so history
Not Tonight
Theres a shadow that falls in my life, across what is or can be, something too far for me to see, ,,,,, hmm, I really want to know, what is love? how does it grow?, hmm,, I can see, she went to bed,.,, sorrrrrrrweeee,,, heeeeeee, xxxxxxxxx
Just Imagine
Imagine we are just a thought? What would you be?, A millonaire?, A captain at sea?,,, Anything you wanted to be, to fly to the stars?, to land on the moon?, or to be with someone you love? too soon?,,life is not wrong, or its not right
Sing along
la la la la la
Blossom
Green leaf branches stretching The sun's glinting eye Awake the sleeping Barren branch Now blossoms in the sun Bud's open to the glow The rays of sun Life blossem to make The leaf grow Rise up into the sun Glistens from the heat A
Fancy
It´s pleasant to spend time sleeping out, waking up, don`t have to jump up in a hurry, cozy breakfast, enough time doing things for yourself, everything you have to do ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
YOU ARE THE MISSING PIECE
To the person who make the heart too fast. And made everything so new!
Love
I love and lost really to love again Love have no boundaries or no color
That time again
Late fall is not easy on us unless we take time to appreciate the good and also to reflect on our life
Storm GB
Batterd and bruised Wind and rain Rivers flow deep Rivers flow high Enters towns and Villagers you don't care Batterd you blow Your torment no bound From oceans deep Your cyclones rage We call you names Ciara Dennis the menace
Clearance rack
Overheard this sorting through the clearance rack
When you Lose your Shadow
Looking at the funny side of things
the meaning of life
if you a baby read aboub it
Rowing Away to Love
Written from the perspective of an unfulfilled dream about love.
Frozen Nights
its like a riddle.
You again
When he didnt say goodbye
Stay Open
This poems is all about love and desire. :)
guys
true story
be kind to people
true stort
reality
sure right now, there are people all over the world who are just like you. They’re lonely. They’re missing somebody. They’re in love with someone they probably shouldn’t be in love with. They have secrets you wouldn’t believe. They wish, dream, hope
ladies
along
Downhill
Reflecting on my first terrifying and thrilling downhill ride
? Sorry don't have one yet.
I’d like to be a nest if you were a little bird. I’d like to be a scarf if you were a neck and were cold. If you were music, I’d be an ear. If you were water, I’d be a glass. If you were light, I’d be an eye. If you were a foot, I’d
Frog’s Legs
Just a story
In the soil within
Red barren dust from the ground the Sound you are their My precious The sound from within The lure of greed tainted Man's soul For lie in the barren soil unseen Sound of metal and mans greed Bright yellow Destroyer of man's soul Man'
Love Will Endure
Love is all about believing who you are what you already believe.
Life is lair
Im tired....we olse the time ..every time....our shapes are changing....our life details are changing....at the end...we dy....we finish
An ICE !!!
Looking Looking Nice But Looking Like That Ice . . . BEWArE LOVE is a THIEF, You will loose everything !!!
Alone in my stoop
This is WHY I was canceled my membership last night that GREAT-MIND works under silence, they know whatever they do have NO IMPACT on the gentry as nobody accepts an WISER than that of them, this is so true and a proven fact, look at the "JESUS" , every body speaks of EXPERIENCE but, talks from the BOOKS that were written by others experienced !!! We everybody JUDGE every one without digging deep into it, we hurt unknowingly, we console to the extream. And most amazing fact is, we come up with knowledge we have gathered in school days which we never apply in our own life, we all want to keep a NOBEL winer inside though !!! What if all the GREAT-MIND goes behind the SILENCE ?!? ---it is not that far away when this planet will be filled with BLOGGERs only ---GUST A THOUGHT
Prison of Love
You be there for some REASON I make better for my MISSION, Away You meet there for some VISION I seat bare for the SEASON, You May You cross every your ALLY I toss every single BALLET, You say You be there for some REASON I st
Kysa Yeh Pyar Hain
Tere Mere Baare Men Baaten Hogi Taare Men Dil Gali Yaaro Men Ab K Bar
DO NOT READ THIS!
Wow! This one is WAY DIFFERENT from any of my usual styles. It felt like I was on a high as I wrote it, or rather, it wrote itself. I just arranged the words on a piece of brown paper bag as I sat at a bus stop. I believe the first time a child catches a parent in a lie, or observes them doing something immoral or illegal, they are very confused and sadly may even, like the child in this poem, question that parents love for them. And now for something completely different...Is the crying this little girl heard coming from outside or inside the house? Is it her mother? Her sister? Does she believe it could be her daddy that's making it happen. And what could this child possibly feel when she looks at him? She asks him twice if he loves her.
INTERNAL LIE DETECTOR
Real reaction I feel when I'm untruthful, whether on purpose or not.
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