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A touch of the setting sun
clouds redly stained
the wind skims through jungles
and mountains
then stops
at the entrance to the valley
solitary whispers of birds
awaits
wandering alone
in the wilderness of time
sun gradually drops
a few big trees
hold up the sky
in this valley i'm reaching
as if trying to catch yesterday's sun.
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There a light in her that shines so bright
She will lighten up the darkest night
She will not go dim
She will not let the voices win
She has seen hell
She has a story to tell
She has her back to the wall
She still stands so tall
She helps the worthless
She gives people hope
She has had it hard
She has been dealt every card
But in her mind she can win because when she tries she lights up the world with her grin
For my best friend  you saved me from the dark
Life Is Risk
A big risk brings a big reward my love
To battle with inner critic with your talent
Love is a constant stream with a rove
It is violent as well as excellent by gallant
Self esteem makes true this dream
It is job of a wonderful self directed soldier
On every step realization blooms a beam
To encounter hurdles from bolder to bolder
My sweetheart be sweet to my eyes to see
What real taste of life comes with struggle
Your inner zeal and zest sparkles like spree
To surpass in life over each and evry trouble
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyrright June 2020 Love Remains
 Jun 2020 Prerna Singh
Sanjana
Trapped within, the walls of guilt
My heart cries, pounding my ribs
It wants to confess, apologize and repent
For calling my mind a cheat, a fake friend
It forced me to choose itself over my mind
Feelings over logic, for one last time
I did so, and now I pay
Slowly, silently, for the mistake I made.
You gotta choose wisely when it is in between your mind and your heart.
 Jun 2020 Prerna Singh
shila n
she
 Jun 2020 Prerna Singh
shila n
she
every morning she wakes up with hatred
she hates no one but herself
she hates herself for breathing
she hates herself for existing
she hates herself for living
she hates herself for being there
alas, she even thinks that death hates her
it refused to take her away
she must be that hateful
sigh..
she hates herself
Am I really the one you love?
Am I the only one you have?
I feel I'm not really enough
Cause Im not  that tough

Why can't I fully feel your love?
Is it because you still love her that much?
I feel betrayed by your love
I thought I would be the one,
It turns out Im just the one you loved
The tune of our hearts beat to a rhythm of love ever so poetically,

it's enough to turn the best written music up into sheets of sobbing jealousy.
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