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She slept with her demons, To live those dreams, They weren’t reality, Yet, oh! So pretty. Not pristine, What a pity, Those nights of heavy rain, Might give her also a forever stain. All the cards on her side, A
As he grew up behind the hill In a small village beside the mill Dreaming the dreams he had to dream He frolicked upon the meadows so green A childhood so sweet he lived upon Flowers and fragrance and the
I cheer up when I see thy nature… Thy nature in depth of creativity… I wonder how thou created wings… Wings of those unbalanced creatures… Those angels and demons… Silencing parity of loquacious radars… Those unsung musical rhythms… Rhythms that
Amazing and awesome dream you are, I wish this dream coming true tomorrow, With new hopes of enthusiasm and exuberance, When the Sun is curious to rise in the morning. Beautiful and becoming you are for me, That always reflect
This path. This path glows with vibrant hues, Bathed in the morning glow and full of the most Stimulating fragrance. It leads and I follow, I care not where I go, for this road has me in the deepest entrancement.
An Aesop’s Fable A humming bird sweet-toned and silvery In a cage, trapped, sang a somber song In the ebony-dark, dismal night… Sang she ne’er in hours of daylight A bat as dusky as a blackbird’s wing Was enchant’d by
As the tram runs on the rails, Weather bitten houses emerge telling tales, Revolutionaries’ urge for freedom, Idealism in poetry and fiction, Reminiscent of immortal singers, Dancers in their grace, Tears trickle down in claustrophobia; yearning for a home which
Hello dear where you have been since we met last in the canteen I have been looking for you everywhere even in dreams you’re so beautiful that you take my breath away your awesome company complete me in so many
Unsown peaks of fear under aggression. I ask you to make a choice between I and inventing yourself. I will not abandon the tree: the animal, renunciation. The belief and emptiness will find symbols of foreverness. Ephemeral colors; Leaves will
With the golden eyes of a pharaoh – Her forebears brought down lions – Under the sweltering skies of the high veldt: Lithe and supple, fleet of foot, She covers this northern turf With ceaseless leaps and bounds. Her loyalty
Petersen House, Washington, D.C. (i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, and the life and death of the sixteenth president in particular). between a hard spot of whiskey and draughts of arrack nonetheless (without doubt),
Life is like tear drops, falling from the skies, love will cause a flood, to pour down from your eyes. Thunder rolls, followed by the sounds of lighting, Like feelings in the heart, can be, become as frighting. Storm’s rolling
Do you ever feel like your drifting alone in an empty place not really moving towards any goal or any place. It pulls on your soul and is always on your mind it prevents you from moving forward and slowly
The world hates you You’re caught in a scrape Everything is untrue You can’t escape You’re caught in a cage Brought down to your knees You’re not a mage In pity, you say please Stop your mind Take a chance
Standing in this windy night under the sky in its violet light screams of the wind, its sounds blowing everything whatever it found watching the flashes of the sky thunder lightening up so high seeing this climate change violent mode
She had changed colours to please her eyes her soft sight covers the earth , her fond beauty dumbs the earth , commenting ‘silence ‘. She was green back in her old days , had changed, green to golden .
It’s winter now. A sea of flaking whites with Few Mahonias and Jacquelines blooming bright Just the way you’d loved them. Of flowers, now I’d rather you be a wreath on my bosom Than a lonely rose on the lapel.
Again the Sorrow Coming like a crawling thief. By stealing joy and all what was the dearest It leaves me in the hollowness of grey No sun, no stars and neither blue, blue sky I don’t see anything, and I
The one who is associated directly Is Him, who leaves us sad barely. He who keeps us healthy and beefy Smart and needy, fat and bony. Go, bow, pray, and implore She – Goddess Padmavati, in an alley. He knows
Absorbed in the eyes of a magnificent soaring Bald Eagle; a pristine alpine amphitheater, high in the Cascade Mountain Range. As early fall unfolds. This astute amphitheater fully clothed in the brisk autumn colors: Scarlet red, bright hues of orange,
Found yourself yet, or running around in circles, finding a corner to sit, and think on what’s left, and what’s right to do? Took a dive into dark seas, or mesmerized by light enough, to see what’s deserved, or just
Diplomacy of inconstancy unmeets the urgency. Aura of brilliance was falling in your feet. After the death, it was not a name, only a frozen body.We moved backward swiftly, to find out the footprints in dark. Winter was becoming harsh
My thoughts of which I let known Were nothing to me all left alone Some slipt away while others pondered In which mostly all were left squandered Or maybe it’s just a hobby of mine To throw a few words
I. My heart is a well within which clear waters rise if it rains, mixed with mud. The moon inside it grows and dwindles continuously. She breaks for me her bread, I share with her my water. The more dreams
The mysterious rival: suffering of resignation. I am reading myself for the surrealism of life, juxtaposition of love and hate. Another blast went off. White rose and black rose in the same garland; ruins of truth were older than lies.
Blood dripping from the pages of history books, wartime pictures, dried bones, graveyard stones, torture weapons, memorial sites, echoing the atrocities which occurred at Auschwitz. Any poems that capture the glimmers and whispers of a rainbow in another season may
Loneliness is a quirky companion. Sometimes plunging you into cold depths, where death and despair awaits And in a single beat of the heart Lifts you to the skies of delirious joy, taking you for a spin among the stars.
To the spiritually motivated And the highly educated Da Vinci code breakers CSI couch potatoes Murder she wrote Chance takers These rhymes between these lines May be not sophisticated An abuse of poetic freedom This pensome content speculated An artistic
God made the world for you and me Let us go travel discover and see Beautiful Oceans,Rivers, and Lakes Deserts, Jungles and Valleys of green Animals of a variety you have never seen Flowers will dance in a fairy way
Where do they come from? The brain is complex, of that there’s no doubt. Neurons, synapses, dendrites and axions, all woven together to make up our brain Somehow, from this complex mess we emerge, our consciousness our mind, all this
He walks down cobbles and blows bubbles for a pilgrimage of constant troubles, closing doors to tax men, running for milk floats, shunning almighty bible bashers, paints the flags of east London fascists Charlie chicken soup with a head like