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Sceneries seem to make people wander in them, Though nothing stands in front of the night. Lost in darkness, the only light is the shining stars,
By waqar jameel5 years ago in Poets
It said money can’t buy love, Neither can you gain it through shove, For this is something precious, Though not taken seriously will turn to be acrimonious,
Know if I die young, I will be sorry for the disappointment, Sorry for breaking your hearts, Sorry for welcoming your tears too early,
I trace the cracks on my bedroom wall to see where I bleed Red leaks from the splits and this time I don't rush to clean them
Revenge Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreath'd hair, And gaze upon her smile; Seem as you drank the very air
By Dujana Chakir5 years ago in Poets
Busy old fool, unruly Sun: Why dost thou thus Through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
By Shahid Ali5 years ago in Poets
When you grow old, you must become good To become the best that you can achieve Like a melon ripening and fireworks taking off
By RACHEL HELMS5 years ago in Poets
This rain comes pouring down Like tears straight from heaven The keeper of the stars has a plan Our paths crossed When they were meant to be
brittle hope poems into feathers of this morning flexing many periods. refinding light and turning to face it the clock on the wall is terrible
By Thomas Mattson5 years ago in Poets
A LITTLE BOY LOST b ‘Nought loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it possible to thought A greater than itself to know.
By Mohsin5 years ago in Poets
Where olive leaves were twinkling in every wind that blew, There sat beneath the pleasant shade a damsel of Peru. Betwixt the slender boughs, as they opened to the air,
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
What flocks of critics hover here today, As vultures wait on armies for their prey, All gaping for the carcasses of a play!
