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Sunitapimpley25
The moaning of labour pains welcomes the birth of life again With cries of infancy the infant reigns Pitter patter of little feet as the horizon flees youth comes in with a lot of din The world is yours if you have guts to win The grey sets in, the autumn of life begins Follies of life are forgotten wisdom of years is brought in The fires of desires burn low The stream of life slows Then with bated breath one waits for the silence of death.
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Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 8:14 AM UTC
The song of life
When lightening in its arrogance crashes Does not know that what it destroys Can rise again from the ashes.
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Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 5:13 AM UTC
lightening
He sits on the patio on his chair like an ageing sentinel on duty silver hair walnut cheeks, gnarled hands like the roots of a tree his dim eyes stare distantly his mind free to roam into history. he mutters he smiles as his mind weaves through memories. lost in his world he sits alone as i watch him from a distance unknown. in the lines of his figure i search in vain for the man full of strength and vigour but all i see is an ageing frame staring into eternity. [ continued.]
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Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 3:20 AM UTC
A portrait of a father
In the lines lines of his figure i search in vain for the man full of strength and vigour but all i see is an aging frame staring into eternity sad and insecure with moistened eyes i move towards him ,. he looks at me and then i know this man shrivelled and old is he in turn he sees a stranger with salt and pepper hair is this the little girl i braught up with loving tender care he rises and moves with a sudden spurt arms open and i am engulfed and then i know, these old bones still have the power to comfort.
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Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 1:30 AM UTC
portrait of my father contd.
Early morning I rise This moment is mine No one's awake This is my space in time A cup of tea waves the cobwebs of sleep slip away I sit on my balcony with my chin on my knee Alone but not lonely From all times I am free I sip happiness with my tea Happy just to be The sun rises & levels with me The house stirs awake This space in time which was mine slips away
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Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 2:27 AM UTC
This space in Time