Adelaide London

Apr 2017

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan

Poetry,my love is not a set of love songs
It portrays all types of hatred as well
Love goes to kiss the beauty it belongs
The rivals have their own hatred to dwell

Love touches the chords of soul my dear
But at times it does tear apart all the parts
Love takes in lap the sweetest beauty near
Hence it melts into liquid both the hearts

Let my beloved understand love in reality
Let sweetheart sing love song to proceed
Let us take real love to edge of its eternity
Lets know a friend in need is friend indeed

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow

#miscellaneous

Apr 2017

Breanna Stockham

Cannot Give

Some value money,
Some value time,
Some value success,
Some just want to feel fine.

Some give their all,
Some give only half,
Some give none,
Some give more than they have.

Always on the run, we aim and strive,
Running on empty, yet we never arrive.

But what is our goal?
What leads to fulfillment?
Giving the world
One hundred percent?

We lose ourselves trying to gain,
And then we're lost, but who's to blame?
Giving our all in search of bliss,
Is success found in emptiness?

You deserve balance,
It's your life to live.
So oh, please remember,
Emptiness cannot give.

Apr 2017

Ashly Kocher

Who I am

Please don't tell me I'm fat
I'm not pretty enough
I am who I am
Isn't that just enough?
I'm just one of the guys
But have the girl parts
Say what you want
But I'll keep dodging the darts

#fat #ugly #feelings

Adelaide London Apr 2017

Player

You Were A Player
aNd fOr sOmE rEaSoN I tHoUgHt I cOuLd pLaY yOu
You were a player
aNd bOy wAs I wRoNg

Short. Probably will be edited later in its lifetime.

#player #love #relationship #play #game

Apr 2017

Dmytro from Trotskiev

The underground beauty\Her violin

She was there.
In between the staircases.
It was under them
The grey city and the stone dome.

So she was in a sweater
With a magic violin in her cute hands.
And she was in the underground
With some workers passing angry by.

With her left hand
Dancing among the sounding strings.
And her right one
Rotating fiddle-bow with a beautiful passion.

And I stood there
Following her her hand with restless eyes.
And so she played
Smiling with her eyes pointed at me.

Yet I'm not the one
In that moment she could see.
Yet music's not the only
Who could make me forget to breathe.

#love #music #violin