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Boris Cho Dec 5
I dream of a home by a quiet lake,
Where trees surround, and the air I take
Is filled with the scent of fresh-brewed grace;
Black coffee rises as I wake.
Inside, the rooms glow with memories,
Stories of love, of hope, of peace;
Each wall bears stains of joy, long pressed,
And pillows, blankets, throws made of cotton and fleece.

The kitchen, warm; a hearth for all,
Where stomachs are full and laughter calls;
Conversations linger, soft and sweet,
As friends and family share their seats.
The walls are littered with art that brings;
A reflection of life, of the little things;
Moments captured, frozen in bliss;
Like the image of our very first kiss.

A library waits, its wisdom always near,
Photo albums filled with memories so clear;
A treasury of knowledge close at hand,
Stories shared with the closest of friends.
The pantry brims with all we need
To craft each meal, to plant each seed;
Enough to nourish an endless fire,
A feast for love’s unquenched desire.

Outside, a garden stretches wide,
Green with life, where dreams reside;
Tall trees shade a tranquil view,
Of water glistening, bright and true.
A wooden dock cradles our boat,
Together we drift, we dream, we float;
From one soft moment to the next one,
Our love is the current,
reminding us where we’ve come from.

Beneath the sun, a spot I find,
To write, to read, to free my mind;
The space to dream, to plant, to grow,
To craft the life I’ve come to know.
The grass a canvas, green and bright,
A valley of hope, a dream in flight;
Where changing thoughts take solid form,
New ideas and themes are born.

And as the stars like fireflies glow,
We sit by the fire’s final show;
The flames die down, the embers fade,
And call us to our peaceful shade.
I dream of a home by a quiet lake.
Where we are proud of the life we make.

— Sincerely, Boris
Mark Sep 2019
Come and hop aboard my lifelong childhood cause
Before the swirl in the ocean makes it come to a pause
It’s not at all what it seems
Just trying to fulfil my dreams
Paddling up stream, to reach a sandy shore
Seeing distant island mirages, with no solid ocean floor
Time to get me off this sail, before its put up for sale
I’ll instead join a holy cause, that one day, will find the holy grail.
RVani Kalyani Jun 2019
It keeps giving me the chills,
Is it a battle of uphills?
How can I guess the outcome,
When I'm still not clear of what I'll become,
Can I make the perfect choice?
And will I be able to rejoice?
Still in confusion. The unclearness of goals and the ways up ahead of me.
neha yamba May 2019
Clueless
i solve the tangled beads
chaotic sequence of anxiety

each bead has a peculiar ding
some are noise
and some are euphony

i bought this chain years back
it was less tangled then ,
however i entwine it bad

shop fortune smuggled me this chain
gave me deal , to untangle this chain
And live eternity ....
RVani Kalyani May 2019
I can't decide,don't know what to do,
I look around but I find no clue.
Is it some other quest of life too?
I can't decide,I can't even move...
Longing for answers to all of the questions related to life and future...
OpenWorldView Mar 2019
When the days are copies
and pass by like hazy dreams.

Then it's time to reflect
and ask yourself some questions.

Why live without reason
and work from darkness to dark?

What's the point?
Simplicity. Is it the antidote?

To find new aspirations
by looking into yourself.

No if, no when.
Just you, just now.
Holidays. Too much time to think.
Arke Jun 2018
We'll run away together, love
To the shores of Italy
Among the rows of grape vines
Beneath the willow trees

We'll buy a villa in Positano
Red brick and marble, by the sea
We'll dance with wine and moonlight
If you'll run away with me

In the boutiques and cafes
We'll drink espresso and high tea
The pebble streets call out your name
Come with me now, let's flee

A one-way ticket is simply frugal
I'm sure you will agree
We'll kiss beneath the Elba stars
And create a new reality
Sneha Thakur Jan 2018
I imagine that i could fly and pilot ,
All my hopes , with all my wit.
No one dreams to be a 'Chaiwala'
And neither do i.
Don't want to be called as 'Chotu'.
A 'Doctor' before my name ,
Is what people will look up to.
And i wonder now ,
If all those reservations ,
And all those scholarships,
Can lead me to my perfect way?
Give me something to aspire ,
I fantasize to have light ,
Equivalent to the Sun ,
It's own and the most.
Give my Wings , Dear Lord .
I need to fly up high ,
Don't abolish them
Or one star in the sky will be gone forever.
Tires rolling on the road
Windows down, feel the flow
Just kick back and take it slow
Returning to the simplistic

Hands now gliding on the breeze
Rising and diving with ease
Like a dolphin through the sea
Back to simplistic

Anywhere that breeze blows
I will also dare to go
Anywhere that breeze blows
I wanna kiss it!
I don't want to miss it!

Cause' I wanna vibe with the divine
Have my marrow and essence entwined
Into substance translucently sublime
Back to simplistic

Anywhere that breeze blows
I will also dare to go
Anywhere that breeze blows
I wanna kiss it!
I don't want to miss it!

Cause' I wanna vibe with the divine
Have my marrow and essence entwined
Into substance translucently sublime
Back to simplistic
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