She shouts from the living room ‘Do you think I should take my coat?’ He calls back from up the stairs. ‘What?’ She steps a little closer and calls again
By real Jema2 years ago in Poets
It's raining Not a romantic mizzle To bring fragrance of shiuli, Gloriosa Lily, Daisy Breezy like in poesy It's raining
You look down your nose at me in disdain Because to you I’m just here to entertain I give you a fake name and a smile
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Meditation is not sitting in a quiet room It is when you stop telling other people the words that you need to hear Its when you stop looking out the window
Khamoshi ki aahat me sukoon ki talaash hai, Kuch lamho ke saaye me apne gam bhulane na jane kyu aas hai, Duniya ke dastoor ka kuch alag hi hisaab hai,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
This little ditty is for my friend and fellow creator, Babs Iverson's Unofficial Challenge. Here's a link: And here's the poem:
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
Entwined in the eerie twilight Cold coming in as it begins Light’s shadow begins to sink in In it, we stare up in the wonder of midday’s night
A woman's love, conceived with grace, exists in the region where hearts weave. She caresses souls with calm ease, her sensitive touch like a soft breeze.
By Praveen Pk2 years ago in Poets
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
I watch a little bumblebee buzzing, crawling, circling our tree while mild warm breezes playfully mess with your hair touching me.
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
Have you ever thought about something as trivial as clapping? Although one of the simplest of planned or, occasionally, reflex actions, it takes many hands to resound, doesn't it?
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
