Baskadia

Poetry

Hazaron dard

Plants harmon

Auxins

Speak to me

Speak to me, my love, with words that flow Like a gentle stream, soft and slow Tell me of your hopes and dreams, Of all the things that make you gleam Speak to me, my love, and pour out your heart Let the words you say be a work of art Let them be a beacon of light, Guiding us through the darkest night So speak to me, my love, and let your voice be clear For it is the sound that I hold dear It is the sound that brings me peace, The sound that brings me to my knees Speak to me, my love, and let y

then she came along

A poetry relating beauty in the eyes of the beholder letting what someone undervalue have greater value in the eyes of another

IAM YET TO DIE

TITLE: I AM YET TO DIE POET: ABDULLATIF KHALID. I rise, alive, with a sigh, Whispers of wind, wistful and high. In every breath, a gentle cry, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Echos of eternity, entwined, In vibrant veins, life's rhythm defined. A symphony of moments, unconfined, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Silent symposium, shadows sway, Moonlit melodies, in darkness play. A lullaby, sung by stars, they say, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Whispering waves, upon the shore, The ocean's

The Tale of Twist (Poetry)

The beauty of art is in the confusion it brings lol

December Ko Rukhsat Karen

--آؤ کہ دسمبر کو رخصت کریں۔۔ کچھ خوشیوں کو سنبھال کر کچھ آنسوؤں کو ٹال کر، جو لمحے گزرے چاہتوں میں جـو پل بیتے رفاقتـوں میں کبھی وقت کے ساتھ چلتے چلتے جو تھک کے رکے رستوں میں کبھی خوشیوں کی امید مِلی کبھی بچھڑے ہوؤں کی دید مِلی کبھی بے پناہ مسکرا دیے

Shayri hindi Shayri

Shayari life shayari two line Hindishayari

Sane

Poetry

Summary available

Daughter love

Sindhi Poetry

Sindhi Poetry

poetry

my heart is broken because a girl play with my heart and threw it .i love her very much but she love some one else

Poetry for love

Love deep

What If?

Every day our lives become a little bit shorter; And with each passing day it gets shorter and shorter; I know, You know, and we are aware of that; We can't predict what we are destined for. What if, we are destined for death? What if, we will die today, tommorow or after a month? What if, one day we can't wake up? And found ourselves that slowly disappear like a smoke that fades away. Are you aware of that? I know you are; So live your life to the fullest; Live your life with happiness and die

Action

What is love?

Zubair Tarar Pakistani Poet

Zubair Tarar is a Pakistani poet and writer live-in Vehari

Dreams of imagination

Dreams of Imagination. In the depths of night, when the world is still, and the stars above, shine with a tranquil thrill. In this peaceful moment, my mind begins to roam, through memories and dreams, that I have yet to know. A world of wonder, awaits beyond the door, of my imagination, where anything is possible and more. From soaring through the clouds, to diving in the sea, my mind takes me on journeys, that set my spirit free. And in these moments, I am filled with pure delight, as I explore

I Am because We Are; a poem by Aloo Denish Obiero

https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-170046

The Reign Without a Throne; A poem by Aloo Denish Obiero

Link: https://allpoetry.com/poem/18718795-The-Reign-Without-a-Throne-by-Aloo-Denish-Obiero