Stone pelted blood and gore My innocent eyes now all sore Grief stricken my hands all tied My nimble limbs wounded one side I look around to see pain and fear Who knows what brought me here I try and rise only to fall No one’s there to hear my call I look up and let my tears run down I’ve been shot at with a thundering sound I feel weak, I give up my strife I humbly accept the loss of a life.
I wrote my first poem when I was 11. Ever since, playing with words and juggling with rhymes almost became second nature. Tried writing various forms but rhymes always came easy to me. Wrote everywhere I could...on class notes, in my head, in my diary. Pursued my dream, studied poetry in college (M.A. Lit) and created a career out of my creative pen. Today, I'm a creative writer by profession, but not for long. Someday I hope to publish my own book of poems! Someday...
Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution
Have You Ever Felt Like You Were Curse, Because No Matter What You Did, Things Was Just Getting Worse? Have You Ever Been So Depressed, That You Wanted To Die, Just To Get Away From Your Stress? Have You Ever
When you first began life’s marathon, were you courageous from the start? When you stood there at the starting line, were you committed head and heart? Must you believe you’ll achieve your goals, from the moment you begin? Must you
Sound dances on the wind The scarlet life that runs through our body Bitter to the smell Sweet to the taste The lifeline that doesn’t make any of us humans much different A beauty that’s capable of sending chills down
I rouse from the lap of ocean.. rose up down now and than… flew on on the wings of clouds.. walk play and commit many fouls… Collide with mighty mountains.. feeling cavalier..without any pain… a sudden my tears rushing down