Amateur Poems

Everyone has a wish so that of mine, To make our love eternal till the end of time. Oh! if only i were the breeze and she inhaled everything of mine, i would graved inside her forever, till the end

Poems. They love. They fight. They can keep you up all night. They know what you think. They laugh, smile and wink. They stand by you, they heal. They know how you feel. Now touch a poem and see it

He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That

When young folks still in college try to find The hottest and best paying growth career But they’ve no conscience, and a clever mind, The experts would suggest they monger fear. You find folk’s fears, then focus on a few:

He and I (a subtle amateur attempt at understanding Narcissism) He loved himself and I loved him He believed he was superior and I was happy to be his shadow He wanted all the attention and I always showered it

Hardly does anything trespass through the intricate niches of delirium, A shout practically hovers around in oblivion and a morning yell is supposed to be suppressed in the enthusiastic turbulence of dark whirl Darker emotions have to be admitted and

I am consumed with leaving one foot in the door and a portion of my brain the size of a doubled walnut begins to perform calculations how long a stay means eagerness how long obligation how long politeness how long

I opened my eyes upon the world My tiny fingers were tightly curled My eyes saw the brightness and quickly closed Sounds all around me filled my ears unopposed I opened my mouth and let out a cry As hands

I stand alone gulping the lazy sun Slouching in sky, avoiding everyone A chaotic day, finally descending Darkness sprouts an intoxicated ending A quiet little leaf falls from a tree You sigh at its fall, I am glad it’s free

Can we borrow the eyes of winter and spring to detect — behind the slippery, crystal-glassy, prayer-like quiet and focus of a sentinel, a snowman half-disfigured when scrutinized by early February winds — sparkles from an unseen, unbeatable citadel? Perhaps

The inception of innocence The fecund life She cradles her lovingly She bleeds love. The life burns out Before it sees the day Her eyes bleed. Luck prevails over tradition A new life breathes Dances her way to puberty She

Helping myself wiping my tears , and trying to escape my fears . See myself scared confused clone , delving deeper into something unknown . Nostalgia from another night of no sleep , symptoms of my illness still creep .

There is a life lesson found upon your lips. A secret to life transcendence. No longer consistent to the thought of what happens next. This is the value of your lips. A connection of where dream becomes reality. Curious to

He slept and dreamt of her again Her sweet encouraging voice But whose was it, so familiar? Her words always gave him hope A reason to live as if he was destined to do something great. Soon his life became

Throughout the night, We were running here and there in the Hospital, We both were tense and anxious Because we were waiting for a new arrival The person who was inside Was someone’s daughter and someone’s wife The seconds, minutes

I have heard of new year resolutions and have taken many, in my teens all broken at the first chance of breaking it but never thought of one on Easter day! Ok, let me take one, a very simple one

Pass out your punishment I care not for your ideals nor am I capable to accept Pass out your punishment Your “logic” offends and I will not entertain Pass out your punishment I fear you not, you are obsolete in

His curves on my bends, My space filling his gaps. Our bodies fit together, Like the perfect answer to a question, I didn’t even know existed. The lazy rise and fall of our chests, Harmonizing into a steady rhythm. “Come

I am falling for you. Just don’t know how to tell you I fear that I will lose you. Just don’t know how to be next to you Call me when you realize our afterlives are in sync My heart

A word on a line joined with many and more, a story to tell from behind a closed door. A line on a page and a paragraph to make, from a thoughtful sage to the ones who forsake. A page

Say goodbye to the way things used to be, nothing ever stays the same and time is ever fleeting as our seasons change… so say goodbye to yesterday and all those lost hours that somehow have slipped away, nothing never

You can take one arrow And break it in half There is no tomorrow For a weak dwarf Take arrows in a bundle There will be no scandal There is strength in unity Unity is divinity When we are together

Speed is a very Worrisome thing It can make you cry And it can make you sing It can get you there fast It can win you the race But when blue lights pull you over It’s a slap in

I saw him behind the stack of books Skinny build and ordinary looks Thick black frame around sleepy eyes Expression clammy and mighty wise She barged in and stood with a stare Scared me a moment, unaware A long blue

Life, Who can’t dance to your tunes? Today you make us smile, Tomorrow the pain is unbearable, The day after that, We are filthy rich, A month later, We cannot afford three meals a day… What game are you playing

I wasn’t impressed by her looks or stature I never thought she deserves a re-look I came to know my friend was interested in her I teased my friend for falling for her I laughed at myself for my friend’s

Try,try,try once you will definitely succeed You will surely get what you really need When you feel that it’s not a cup of your tea And you want to end your life by drowning in some sea Then thi k

Light, with an unclear vow of dragging me out of my inner demons, came, I, with a yearning eye embraced it, eliminating the notion of it, being a crooked game. The demons that swirl inside me, and the humble whisperings

I’ll bake tonight a rounded cake to celebrate the wish I make I’ll light my candles with the Moon and let them glow in nightly gloom. I wish myself a better year, to feel and see what I can’t hear,

They hear but hardly listen, They look but barely see, They hear loud noises; And roll their eyes again. They see her blush, Her hair, disheveled – not lush. Resume their favourite past time They jump – To conclusions. If

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 keep thinking That the tears will stop That in time, They’ll just fade But the more the days and months pass The harder they come, Each time I cry I could just fall into an abyss I want to

I wish to be loved by a man Like never ever he loved any Like that before The tender touch should Shake my life and soul within And happily I should ensconce myself Within himself His love must be that

I am legend like will smith Die hard like Bruce Willis With a beautiful body like Anna Nicole smith A warrior hardened like Mr and Mrs Smith One of a kind in my mind like the matrix Smith Sit back

Well there is more to me than meets the eye but it seems like nobody can see the beauty inside…I’m so sick and tired of players and their games it’s enough to make you wanna give up on love but

A little childhood collecting Waste papers on a garbage dump Asked me, “Am I borne to do this job?” I had no answer A childhood begging on roadside Asked me, “Is my childhood borne for begging?” I had no answer

In a loveless patch the seed was sown A barren field of thorn Then tears rained down from Heaven’s face Where heavy hearts have scorn If harvest time is near for us Why are we afraid? Fruits of joy were

If you want happiness take two big bags and come into the magical world of poets will take you to a poetic market where symphony is heard in buying and selling they sell magical dreams and rainbows buy back your

Every love has its sound; It creates and it breaks. A foil stands like gray hound Against it and tragedy makes. But don’t worry, a dove sings sweet and cares no gun; What lasts on earth but love? It removes

World of maze ? Fuzzy is the world about mess in the cosmos where the mass amasses gross income that almost abates the flux in values fore grounded in the spinals of mortals. Crazy is the youth on the online