A beautiful soul

A beautiful soul short poem

Lying on bed,
waiting for sleep to take over,
and thoughts to shut away
with my mind boggling
and thoughts about day spent,
I introspect myself.
Only prominent thing I remember is her face,
rest all, like flashes of memories, seem vague,
shining bright with her memories
still afresh in my mind,
a smile fills my heart with delight,
just the thought of seeing her face again in daylight.
Wishing for sleep to take over,
the beautiful soul just rules my heart and mind
over and over.
With this thought I pour into the arms of sleep,
with her impact on my life so deep

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

1 Comment on "A beautiful soul"

Notify of
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Joseph C Ogbonna

This poem is deeply emotional.Thanks for sharing it.


How Beautiful Is Thee

How Beautiful Is Thee short poem

How sweet thy name I speak it and your voice calls I hear wonderful whispers from your lips Followed by the smile bestowed upon your face How beautiful is thee… When you cry, a tear strikes my eye When you

A New Soul

A New Soul short poem

The skies smiled above, The moon peeped through the cracks, Clouds black than usual, A new life arrival waited, A pain so enormous, She bore it courageously, This life had to survive, This life wasn’t hers anymore, But every ones’

My Soul Is Yours

My Soul Is Yours sonnet poems

Come take my soul lend me your heart for just a day maybe so I can find solace – I need some peace in my life from the running cup – Famous poetic thoughts retold on Running Short Solace Poems

Where Is My Soul

Where Is My Soul short poem

my bridge is falling down it is falling down where have I gone i am gone the bridge is gone i am down the wall has gone up it is high up the bridge is down where is the bridge

Her Very Soul Is Shared

Her Very Soul Is Shared long poem

At the weekend she’ll go back again to walk barefoot on ferns and then through flickering green mosaics where sunlight never burns she’ll wander wisp tossed shadowed lanes of timeless peace rimmed hours where emerald rain drops sprinkle from sky