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Take her story at face value; assume what she says is true Judge her and you get drawn towards the door of a bolted heart Pretend and you’ve lost even before you can begin Show – off and there you make another mistake; for she’s never impressed by that stuff
By Silvia4 years ago in Poets
The Kings Ballad: "In the world that I use to know. There were night walks while the stars'll glow Clean air filled with dirty jokes
By Albert J. Clark Jr4 years ago in Poets
Din Ki Roshni Khwabon Ko Banane Mein Gujar Gayi, Raat Ki Neend Bachche Ko Sulane Mein Gujar Gayi, Jis Ghar Mein Mere Naam Ki Takhti Bhi Nahi Hai,
By MD MOIZ AHMAD4 years ago in Poets
I wrote this poem when I was 15 years old and writing was my biggest escape. I would write random poems and short stories in class, scribbled in the back of notebooks or on notes to friends.
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Poets
To get to know Renato Fucini we must turn to Davide Puccini, essayist, fine scholar, but above all a lover of Italian literature. His operation derives from the need to re-propose a forgotten author whose works are no longer found.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Poets
I am both beauty and beast in my tale. Trapped behind stone walls built by Curses I put on myself. Hidden away or locked up
By Audrey Larkin4 years ago in Poets
The wind whisked the sparse shadow past, the geese don't forest tip, a night of love, finally in the brightness of the early morning sun, gradually dissipated, the air, as if a trace of lingering taste, and parting, has been imminent.
By Foresttt Sadeepm4 years ago in Poets
I can still remember the way you looked at me when I wore that blue dress. It was the first night we met, Do you recall it?
By Jennifer Vasallo 4 years ago in Poets
The moonlight dances upon silverly lakes singing the praises of its Delosian diety divine. She blankets herself with the stars,
If we knew How things turned out In the end, If we could just see The outcomes from our choices, We can make our decisions
By a*k² (a times k-squared)4 years ago in Poets
Is it just me Or can we all agree, walking this earth ain’t for free. Nobody will let me be who I want to be We gotta beg and plead
By Bethany Lalande4 years ago in Poets
Future's feature is very critical and It's bout is very dramatical. Someone says, future is full of confusion, But I think, in the court of future perfect every decision.
By Baby Khushbu4 years ago in Poets
