We texted We spoke The words we felt and held In our hearts and souls We kissed We told Our bodies and our hearts The sensations we felt The feelings we understood We travelled We explored Nature in its finesse The trees spoke My tresses flowed We ran We jumped Swooning under the moon Diving …
This is the last part, part 3 of the series of poems called "Perfection".
This is part 2 of the series of poems called "Perfection".
This is part 1 of the series of poems called "Perfection".
These are some poems that I've been writing and posting on instagram. Follow me @Deepika.pydatallid From the crack in the door A bright and effervescent light came in Eroding the darkness he was in A light so bright blinding him But he still stared at the ray that mesmerised him A gamut of sounds echoed …
A poem is a picture made of words. The author may want to say something through this form of art, but people may not always understand what he/she really means. It's amazing how many perspectives can be drawn from a piece of work. The whole point of a poem may not reach everyone, but bits …
We pass each other In the fields Stealing gazes away We pretend and we hide Our feelings in the air From the clearing to the clouds We see each other Yet pretend to unsee We greet each other Yet unwilling to meet At the end of the day Or the beginning of the night Your …
I used to get butterflies in my stomach, upon seeing you in all your glory I used to laugh out loud, in the hope of you noticing me I used to visit the places you used to visit, to get one glimpse of you And I got over you as soon as you became a …
Hello everyone, This is based on a story that I am currently writing. She built a castle, They saw an eyesore; She planted trees all around to protect herself, They interpreted it as a barrier between them; She let the door open for them, They saw it as being haunted; She built a golden gate, …
I don't know whether it's male or female But I assume that it's male Because of the pain it gives Sometimes I feel so accustomed to the pain of the first few days That I miss him on the other days I miss how emotional he can make me feel 'cause on the other days of the month I can be a cold bitch
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