Adorable poems deal with various kinds of love. The kind of love which exists between lovers or even the feeling of fondness and familiarity between family members and friends. Adorable poems sometimes transcend the physical and delve into a reverential kind of adoration.
To my sweet and lovely mamma with greatest love and respect. My mother is a lady of strong convictions, She loves unity condemns fractions. She is a talented lady of diverse arts,she has a good command on her mother-tongue,and Knows
My adorable academic sanctuary, My big citadel of intellectual prowess, where ignorance is consigned to an ossuary for the once inherent and nagging backwardness. Any who treads your academic trajectory is numbered with the doyen of enlightened ones. Your young
My adorable academic sanctuary, my big citadel of intellectual prowess. Where ignorance is consigned to an ossuary for the once inherent and nagging backwardness. Any who treads your academic trajectory is numbered with the doyen of enlightened ones. Your young
Your lips so soft and red; The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. Your beauty so bright and warm; Shining through the darkest storm. Your eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky; When I stare into
Enchanted little twig Sweet bundle of happiness With twinkles in your eye The darkness fades off from my world With rosy glitters of your cheeks My worries floats upon the breeze With sweet music of your giggles Waves dance inside
Whenever your eyes bleeds in tears, come to me without any dread fears. My arms are open and eyes closed, hug me to your heart and feel embraced. When your bleeding tears in my eyes shine your pains that you
Love is all that she has And giving it is her passion. So beautiful, adorable and serene Are her thoughts And just so are her actions. With courage she walks And with strength she fights, Not to hurt, not for
We have many levels of beautiful Some are clear and visible, We may touch an adorableness, Skins depth though questionable of beauty. Imagine all the colours see the silhouette, Lustrous smooth and adorable, Blush fullness of the lips, Yet still
Her heart is like gold, so genuine, so pure, In the midst of upbringing, she is forgotten, Her life circles around her bundle of joy, Late night feeding, soothing, so adorable, Her morning & evening, one & the same, Whether
I think of you for countless hours Your fragrance is of thousand flowers And when I look into your beautiful eyes It feels you are the real, Everything else lies.. At the times of sorrows and despair Your sweetest words
Sound of Bell is an experience to thrill When the school Bell rings for class to begin students experience creek sound with their heart beating at random When the school Bell rings for class to end Students feel rhythmic sound
Darling, You Are An Epic Of Romance Twinkling stars and moon hold their breath when in the blue sky you sing and dance you are so alluring and adorable woman that many epics can be written on romance I promise
Feels heavenly to have your shadows on my soul, Imaging you in me… Crappy reminiscent… Behold you so querulous, pretending to be so apprehensive. But not actually, I chuckled Am hoping yon weird nights to recur, Would
Blessed by a firm, wealthy and loving family You went through trials, hardships and burden… You married young hoping for happiness… You yearned for love and faith… You didn’t trouble anyone… You did them all alone… Faith was what you
“Sometimes your worst self is your best self The moonlight divides the shadows. The essence of a black rose. Butterflies flutter by through the air. Unaware they are there without a care. I grab thee adorable like a snuggle bear.
Words and ideas can change the world! Yes,you gave us this hope. You gave voice to many of the dilemmas that churned in my mind. Day after day, night after night. But, one August morning, Not so august, though; Came
I watch the seagulls fly shouting your name, Should in your isle, you walk along the brine, Would you fancy to play this childish game, To hear bird cries to sound like name of mine? The moon reminds me of
Brain Born Perverts : The denial of earthly existence ! Does The Existence sustain? Beguile compels to distort , And infuses the fickle fake plots . The dignity of faith and the formidable stature Are plundered by time winged lockouts.
All the bruises are healing.. The wind around is feeling… Deceiving the sky everyday The wind makes its way.. Just like that… I’ll fly high.. Reaching the limits.. By truthful lies. I am garrulous.. Let me speak.. I am fabulous..
Heart dies a death, very painful and slow Shedding every tiny leaf of hope Until no marks show Nothing remains then, Days pass by and then years after years The memories of the past flowing in tears You try to
Hushed gossamer twinkling wondrous night skies Crept on to tomorrow near tinted cloud dawn, So familiar life’s hopes, yet still so much surprise Each time a day cries with a sense of being born, As scurrying down skies nervous fingers
Conceived in love’s folded wings: I sit and watch him from the next table – fair-haired and impish, he swings his sturdy little legs. “Don’t fidget, darling! You’ll fall off your chair…” The words should have come from my mouth.
Speechless I stood with fumbling words from my quivering lips…. My deadened heart almost wrenched, My cloudy eyes almost to rain…. The writhing pain gushing through my entire soul….. I am being a part from myself My parts melting in
Loneliness of night, When extinguishes the lighting eyes, Silence when rules the earth, I listen to the music of anklets, Someone silently comes in, And I listen to a song of love, The poet is still thirsty, The thirsty eyes
She looks at me with soulful eyes;her brows raised in a question She looks almost like she is smiling,all I have to do is make the suggestion Don”t even have to say a word,Just pick up the leash and put
Pull out the pellets from my chest, I had fallen in a brutal crackdown. A black moon was taking revenge. You were staring straight in the eyes of death. The biker, has lost the charisma. The apples were never so
Oh! black clouds, Go from here, I don’t want thunders, I don’t want lightning, I don’t want rains, My beloved is away. When he left the village, I was just thirteen, But I am now sixteen, And I now understand,
We all seek something bigger than us Something strong our hearts can trust Greater than what we can understand So great our hearts could bend Something far from the usual Definitely not what our minds used to know But what
Delight in a day that’s been borrowed to you Your life, a dream it’s given to you, all in a day you say thank you. The children their laughter heart melting and true. A thought that’s been given to you,
Gunshots in my breakfast sirens swirling the rim of my coffee cup with blue hypnotism dressed for work and away morning air statue still dust of weeks on the candy colored cars moon is full above the rug store a
In this timeless ethereality where silences build converted assonances and gravitational elapses, I breath your unspoken space within my pollinated reflections… Petalled essences of your insights swing the Eternity on the edge of my second… Echoed Time graciously bleeds rainbows