Baskadia

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

poem

sad love poem

Antithesis

It's great 👍

Alone

In the silence that stretches in the darkest night, My solitude gently whispers to me. A melancholic atmosphere adorns my heart, Like a sorrowful melody that lingers. Within the profound stillness, I contemplate in eternal solitude. Like a lone star in the vast sky, I am trapped in an untouched world. In my solitude, I feel the vibrations of my heart, Flowing in an unheard rhythm. Darkness surrounds, yet I do not feel alone, For my solitude is a true companion. In solitude, I encounter my true s

Poem

In the twilight's gentle hue, Where whispers of dreams renew, A lone rose blooms in quiet grace, Petals soft, a delicate embrace. Moonlight weaves through branches tall, Casting shadows like a gentle thrall, Stars above, their twinkling light, Painting stories in the night. Silent breeze, a lover's sigh, Caresses leaves as they flutter by, Nature's symphony, a whispered song, Echoes timeless, serene and strong. In this realm where time stands still, Hearts entwined, a tranquil thrill, A fleeting

Poem

Pitter-patter rain drops come to the ground Washing all the sins Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground Giving his bounties Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground Taking away all the sorrows Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground Spreading the happiness Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground

The Tale of Twist (Poetry)

The beauty of art is in the confusion it brings lol

Life

Life Life is a journey, full of ups and downs With twists and turns, and frequent rounds Of laughter and tears, of joy and pain Of sunshine and rain, that always remains. It's a rollercoaster, with peaks so high That take us to the sky, and touch the sky And valleys so low, that test our might But we rise and grow, with all our might. It's a tapestry, woven with care Of threads of hope, and threads of flair Of memories sweet, and lessons learned And love that burns, that always yearns. It's a pr

Fred the rich man

There once was a rich man named Fred, Whose wealth was so vast, it spread. He had mansions and yachts galore, But he was still a terrible bore. One day, Fred was walking down the street, When he saw a homeless man sleeping at his feet. Fred laughed and said, "Look at you, so poor, While I have more money than I can endure." The homeless man looked up and said, "I may be poor, but I'm not dead. I may not have mansions and yachts, But I have friends and I'm not a sot." Fred was so angry, he turned

Castle on the Cloud

034 Agony is the description of my life, a word that's my everyday's companion. My sleeves are always wet, not because of the water nor rain, but of my overflowing tears. But I seldom dreamed of a castle on the clouds. There, I have someone to hug me when I'm afraid. There are foods to eat when my stomach's grumbling. There are blankets to warm me during the night. At the castle on the clouds, I was not hurt. I don't have bruises nor wounds. I don't have dirt nor molds. I don't have an empty sto

He Wants for the Fabrics of Paradise

Had I the sky's weaved fabrics, Enwrought with brilliant and silver light, The blue and the faint and the dull fabrics Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the materials under your feet … One of Yeats' short show-stoppers, this sonnet is quite possibly of his generally renowned and broadly anthologised verse: 'Be cautious since you track on my fantasies.' It's a flawlessly expressive urging to be dealt with compassionate by one to whom one has swore one's life and heart. It was

Family

Family, A Bond of Love and Care A Circle of Strength and Support A Place to Grow and Share A Blessing from Above A Gift of Joy and Love A Blessing to Cherish Forevermore.

Future hope poem

500words

Spot the difference

We can differ but still respect each other

My early morning inspiration

True love

Live A Little

For the likes of me

MOD MODE ( poem by Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi)

Loneliness

Poem about Lonelinesssss

Poetry poem

Oldest Poetry

Dancer adapts Kodava poems to Bharatanatyam

Mysore/Mysuru: Acclaimed Bharatanatyam artiste from Kodagu Mukkatira Shilpa Nanjappa has recently completed her two-year fellowship research with the Central Government’s Ministry of Culture. She was awarded the prestigious Fellowship by the Indian Government’s Centre for Cultural Resources and Training (CCRT) for 2019-2021.