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 Oct 2015 Nithin purple
Marian
In a dreamy woodland
There's a cottage just for me
And it's waiting there now
Beside a peaceful stream
Where quiet maples grow
And deer are not afraid
Where mushrooms grow in sweet silence
And sunlight glistens amongst the leaves
There's an enchanted cottage
Hidden in those shady woods
Where running cedar
And lady ferns intertwine
Where tears never fall
From any eye
That is where my secret abode
Is found in shadowy canopy
Of sun-dappled trees
Where dewdrops passionately kiss
The demure bluebells
Where breezes whisper
Through tall, swaying pines
And rustle ancient autumn leaves
From many seasons ago
Where time stands still
And woodland fairies dance
Where willow harps are played
Echoing in dreamy breezes
Through the trees and dancing through the air
Waltzing with the butterflies
Touching the lemon citrus sun
With fingers of gold
And spring days bygone
That's where you'll find me
Dreaming riparian
Scent of petrichor
Healing my soul
In summer woodland yonder

*~Marian~
Written: September 3, 2015, Around Midnight.
Hope You All Enjoy It!!! :)
 Oct 2015 Nithin purple
blythe
Troubled -
It keeps on bothering my mind;
Not sure of what to do
To ease this lingering feeling.

With sweaty cold palms
And exhausted look on my face,
Thinking to myself
How long I could endure.

I decided to deal with it
Than to continue on running away;
As soon as I let this feeling out,
I find bliss within.
 Jun 2014 Nithin purple
Marian
I Wish That I Could Heal Your Pain
Bring You A Bouquet Of Magenta Flowers
White Pastel Jasmine Blooms
With Petals Soft And Sweet
Daffodils And Buttercups
To Try And Add Some Sunshine
To Your Little World Of Grey And Black
My Sympathies As Fresh As Dawn Sky
Wounds Now Freshly Made
A Scarred Heart And Tearful Eyes
I Want To More Than Anything
Be A Comfort To You...Your Strong
Supportive Shoulder For The Tears That
Threaten To Fall From Worried Eyes
My Dearest Mom, If Only....If Only
There Was Something I Could Say...
Something I Could Do...Just To Make You Feel
A Wee Bit Better Than You Do Now
But I Am A Helpless Creature...
And All I Can Do At The Moment
Is Send You My Deepest Sympathies

*~Marian~
:( </3
I Had A Conversation In Person With My Mom
And She Said That My Aunt Joy Doesn't Look Conscious...
She Doesn't Know Whether Joy May Pass Away Today Or Not...
I Wish There Was Something I Could Do To Make My Mom Feel Better
But I Feel So Ashamedly Helpless...And I Well, Kind Of Blame
Myself For Feeling That Way...I Am At A Loss As To Know
What To Do...
Please, Each Of You Who Read This Poem
Keep Us In Your Thoughts And Prayers!!!
And To Each Of You That Has At Least
One Time In Your Life Experienced The Loss
Of A Loved One Or Family Member
I Give You Too My Deepest Condolences!!!
Hugs To Each Of You,
Marian
Tyger Tyger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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