We’ve experienced beautiful poetry. A thousand times. Well, literally.
HighOnPoems is (more than) glad to announce that we are a 1000 poems strong. The connect between you and us is a 1000 times better and the joy of reading and writing poems is 1000 times enhanced with our updated site and Android App.
Thanks for taking us to this milestone. You are our hero (with a shining pen and a thinking hat)
HighOnPoems is a creative platform for amateur poets to publish and share their work by being a part of the most vibrant poetry community. Our objective is to encourage poets thereby enhancing communication within the literary fraternity. We urge poets to write, share their work, communicate with fellow poets and live the poetry experience to the fullest. At HighOnPoems, we are constantly striving to foster sharing of self written poetry amongst friends, bring in diverse themes, varied forms of poems and a lively forum where poetry can be discussed to no limits.
Sometimes late at night simply i can’t sleep Thinking about my innocence is no longer to mine to keep Somwhat like the worst nightmare one can’t imagine Dreary days are steadily approaching, bad memories trailing behind Its not only me,
Like tussoh, I collect snow after the blizzard, churning the quartz, O December. Time to hang my boots and listen the call to quarters. Windows would kill me. I had my horrors I had my wine. The moon was still
Thousand wounds beneath my heart Covered velvet cloth Never expressed on the face Hidden by thousand smiles At times laughs loudly Hides in pretentious way No clue to others Am a smiling fellow But footsteps of Attu Frighten me in
Melancholic – she be described He says, turn the curve my child Dances she, feet on thorn Refashion thy scorn Darkness, she, into the wild Beloved, behold – nature beguiled Cries she – eyes dry Withhold, let me sigh Not