Diary Poems

who knifed my wife; who took her soul I do not know, I loved her so was hard to see her bloody body lying lifeless, an empty mess I do not know who knifed my wife, I was there that

I wept at your funeral, saddest to the core of my heart… At home I found your diary…remnants of your soul; You died so young! With so much to do, The world needed you, so did I, Why did you

The day I put on the glossy red lip colour And a white dress plump as an umbrella A big sigh of relief let out my own mother Glimmered dribbling teardrops in my eyes Saw I smiles around and heard

Scribbling down the essence of my heart, Writing down the unsaid words so easily, Hiding it with those blank pages, Which will be filled with the same sweet agony, How I know the pre-written destiny, And still giving my all

The heart that refused to beat ever again, broke mine. I know now I have been heart broken only once No it was not low scores in a test Not a crush ignoring me A guy two timing No it

He went under pile of words to tie the thread of understanding but was stoned to death. They put the piglets in liquid nitrogen for future generations to study. The point of departure had come. Navel-gazing was the best pastime

Unthinkable. Lithograph of a malaise. I cannot talk. Will you abandon the thought and care about the drowning dawn? The bandaged ego of the book threatens the reader. Come and solve the puzzle of poetry. Everything was quiet except the

I can feel it of what you can only catch a glimpse the reflection of wonders I felt as they appear through my ink. Never was I gonna narrate to every best friend for its charm goes awry as the

A new morning It has started sunning A fresh day Still on my bed lay The bright sun is here to shine again Today has its loss and gain I want a new blessing ‘cos it’s a new morning The

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

I didn’t much want to admit it, I was fine gathering dust on the shelf, But the day that I posted My first poem online, I messed up and I “outed” myself. I’m not what you’d call a great thinker,

Everybody has a story, ’tis writ in every face the lines etched, deep as the wrinkles of age.. . Everybody has a story, be it early or late, a life being lived has a tale to relate.. . Everybody has

Like every morning, he has just returned from his office and is right in-front of one of his roommate and so called friend’s lappy’; Going through all previous messages sent by her on Facebook. No doubt, his life has been

Our own little world of words where we write and we read where we talk and we listen! Until all the dark turns to a light that glisten! Sometimes I do feel, There should be a door, That I can

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How will I forget the sunny day when I was repeating the routine of usual Sunday I was looking at the canopy from where the rays came oh god !! I was feeling so lame I could feel the rays

Hidden deep into the stack of memories was my diary, a small pocket book not the usual bulky planner. Yesterday, I stumbled upon it, as I lay on grass and it lay somewhere there, dusting for many a year, waiting

पन्ने पुराने भीग गए मौसम सुहाने चले गए यूँ ही कुछ कहना छोड़ दिया मैंने अब लिखना छोड़ दिया मैंने, मेरे जज़्बात स्याही के साथ घुल गए जो लिखना चाहा तो पानी के संग बह गए इस कशमकश से बचने

लिखना मुझे, ना आता था उसने सिखा दिया, उस पहली, नज़र ने मुझे शायर बना दिया, दीवानगी से, अनजान था उसने दीवाना कर दिया, उस एक, मुस्कुराहट ने मुझे शायर बना दिया, मंज़र, ना कभी ज़ालिम था क़त्ल मेरा उसने

Well and in my great big book of life there have been many, many chapters full of romance heartbreak and secrets I’d never wanna come out and the death of loved ones that’ll always pain me but Turning the Page

As the ink flows and the heart glows, While your words rejoice in an enormous light, How do you come up with another set of questions? And still have a peaceful plight.. Trust your instinct within, Feed your fire, fuel

I never really liked you Like an orange thrown at a wall Impacting then falling straight to the floor So composed and cool I wanted to be you or build a shrine I’d let you sleep on my pillow to

the devil is a trickster can’t find him in Twisted Sister sorry that I missed her aim to fame was through the flames eating Cheetos got your juice frozen got thoughts of the ocean sifting through the latest trends some

He did not read my diary left open, to know my kind Just read that middle page from his age set mind If only he had the time and patience That would have checked him by his conscience To read

रुख हवाओं का बदल दिया है कहता है इंसान मैंने ज़माना बदल दिया है, कामयाबी हासिल करने की चाहत थी छुपन छुपाई खेलती हमसे हमारी किस्मत थी, आख़िर किस्मत का पलड़ा अपनी तरफ़ किया है कहता है इंसान मैंने ज़माना

light frosting her lenses strobing as traffic flits by craziness of a zombie snail flashing visions of worlds as yet unbuilt just a woman dressed for winter striding proud in knee-length boots could be anyone then she’s gone these rapid

Your name seems to be carved on the heart since ages, You definitely have captivated every bit of it in cages, It is all yours forever, Oh dear, don’t leave me ever, I write your name sometimes on the shore,

O my Valentine….a sound with pleasant smile For the sad faces It seems like exile Having a relish love They look like a dove Taste you too…. Nothing I can do That’s so peculiar That’s so unfamiliar Except you, nothing

(1) Here I am bathing, this winter, like an antelope under rain showers. God’s voice is still walking on clay laid out from the beginning of time up to the end of earth. The first woman’s eyelashes are scattering from

Have you had that feeling when you wish you were gone, far away on the fluffy cloud? Have you had the want, to meet acceptance draped in undress? Have you had the need to make love with destiny, on the

Do not listen to the moon, child He’ll whisper only nonsense in your ear And fill your head with silly notions But not a word of substance, not one ounce of truth So mind me, child and do not listen

Lights and dark shadows Leaves swirl around A couple hugging with joy A couple in tears saying goodbye Voices fading into the sounds of wheels Of a train traveling to ends unknown Into the depth time and space An inner

A quirky beginning provides a funny story to share Fits of stops and starts when suddenly, beautifully The friendship is built; a vessel to carry lives A port to weather many storms Though this is not yet known Years of

I. If all lives mattered, then Black lives would matter. And blood on a street in Ferguson, MO would not have been splattered; And a body would not have lay there unattended for four and a half hours after. II.

Without being abandoned in the darkest room Incandescent light would be a mere shade Without trial and experiments Success would be worthless Without birth and death Life would be stagnant Without love and compassion World would be void. Without springs

Years have rolled by, But my relation, With you, Never ceases to amuse me Your scent and sight, Makes me feel bright Some like you light, But I like you dark, And strong Some like you cold, But I like

I’m looking at him he is looking at someone else i’m helping her yet she thanks someone else I’m tagging along behind them they walk even faster I get home and call my mom she is busy I go to

When love remains as mere figment of dreams, Flimsy as silk, or webs that spiders spin, Yet serves us best, when life’s hard crust it creams, As joys, that might at times, been spread too thin; Such when a scent

The Child… Nature’s complex and fascinating bundle of joy…. begins his exploratory itinerary of Life in the big world, outside the shelter … of his mother’s arms… recording the inexhaustible personality of Nature around him!! Looking around …he sees Nature,

Life is like bubbles being made in summer drizzling rain So, transitory in nature but full of pain broken chain In chainless chain all loss termed into gain Without destination, fast running train With intensity makes sane insane Bruises of

With midnight far behind and gleams increase, Sunrise hints of impending breaking out, The night almost finished ending its lease, As now alarmed roosters begin to shout Of dawn, while Yesterday floats downriver, And sands of Time unload from Future’s

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

You will be amazed. Look at the western skyline! Back-dropped in a glowing soft pastel peach color. “What’s that?” you ask. The tranquil sound of Nature is what you hear, my friend. The serene honking of Canada Geese mingling with

Oh Lord Almighty!! as I stand here crippled I complain to thee!! for making me crooked I look around, everything’s so nice You have filled me with only vice!! All trees flowers birds and bees Oh I envy all of

Hero never whispers, makes all clear Before man born were in ancient world lies? They say it wasn’t solid transmission Words been spoken aloud Slow pictures out of focus getting sharp Surrounded stiffness of plenty spikes You live in the

How many days did I take to pick this pen up!!! Meaning to write in solitude, for company – a coffee cup I sat intending to write something worthy and the machine gave a mild thud, reminding me of the

Friend of the night, come with me, The moon has closed its eyelid, The night is like the pitch; Come on sleepy streets Like coiled snakes, hibernating In the shade of houses like the crenels Of a fortress desolated by