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  Invisible Strings: A Motivational Poem About Life The ethereal sky, Nightingale’s blissful screams, The floating kite, Like my surreal dreams.   Through the heavenly meadow, I wander around and wonder, Under the blooming oak there’s shadow, What-if tomorrow be thunder.   You shall reap what thee sow, The magical charm and the hundred seeds, After the rain you will see the rainbow, Ninety-nine shall be desired one shall be a weed.   With invisible strings you are tied, Spread your wings and break them free, Like the falcon take your flight, The world awaits you to see!

H ere you shall discover the best Motivational poems about life featuring the poem "Dear Life" and may more. Dear Life : A Motivational Poem About Life O dear life show thy true colours, Darkness is what thou sees evermore, Take off your black glasses and hear, The vivid colours knocking on your door.   O dear life show thy real taste, Sour is one thou tastes whenever, Drink the dulcet elixir of love and affection, You shall taste sweet and sweetness forever.   O dear life show thy true purpose, Pain is other thou feels for every reason, Watch the bright side the rainbow after rain, Time and nature changes giving four seasons.   O dear life give me the better you can, You gave me sins and scars, Time heals the greatest wounds, Live while, the moon doesn’t glows with the stars.   O dear life give me the best you have, You gave me bad luck, thunder and rain, Watch with the two eyes, the two hands and feet, A long journey ahead never miss the train.

Here you will find the new best motivational sad poems about life and death featuring the poem "Why" and many more. Why? - Sad Poems About Life O the plethora of dandelions, Why don’t you fly over the sea? We know unity is strength, But solitude is merely glee.   O the weeping willows, Why you sob night and day? You know you also fade, When with the winds you can play.   O the melodious zephyr, How you fly without wings? You give life to the dulcet summer, Nightingale is sweeter and saccharine it sings.   O the bounteous shades of life, Why you are sweet and sour like love? Though complex like integers, So you ask why but never how?

                                         The Dreamy Cloud     I gazed and gazed at the lonely cloud, Till it seemed lonelier than me, It drifted and sounded like a voiceless hound, Scattered from it’s fellows away they had flee. Malleable as the moss, silent as the sea, Up I stood is solitude glee?   Like a lost child I sobbed and weeped, Till it seemed sadder than me, Now so jolly, were those tears of relief? While some droplets embarked on the trees, In the crystal clear ethereal sky, How without wings it floats up high?   Through the skyline I drifts and races, Though playful like a five-year-old child, Leaving surreal marks and traces, Playing with the winds it goes so wild, In the gray horizon the sunsets and then drowns, What-if the clouds was searching for something all alone.   I watched and watched the stars that shine, For off I went to the sky in my dreams, I flied and flied and reached cloud nine, In delight

                                   SPOOKY THINGS     As the night falls, Spooky thoughts gets in, Like an old warehouse, Crammed with cackles and grins.   Pin drop silence seeps, Horizon with crimson clouds, Hearts beat and candles weep, Hopes crumble and bellowing hounds.   Silence whispers as if forbidden, Like hush before the thunder, When lifeless debris is risen, while tales of horror we wonder;   like a leaf we shake from fear, when midnight moon seems a vampire, like a weeping willow we shed lifeless tears, when the dusk’s sun seems a globlet of fire.   The clock sighs 12o’clock, Before some uninvited guests knock, Heart beating soars, With a gasp I open the door.   No witches, no phantoms, Just a note written so random, Shapes my lips ,”Turn behind”. Beating my own mind I scream, Before I realized it was just a dream.

  Enigma Of Nature     Here dandilions go like mellow massengers, With bliss and delight like nature’s avengers, Dove rests and the falcon takes flight, Spring bliss sighs and the winter bids goodbye.   When the zephyr whispers, The marigolds and roses bloom, When the snow and dew withers, The terrain shatters gloom.   Blank spaces go green, And a poet’s mind, Tips of pens go keen, Margins of pages stretch wide.   Fearsome vultures gaze, Fearless lions hunt with pride, Nightingale sings, Weeping willows smile.   Fountains and springs bursts, Tearing chests of deadly grounds, Once settles the gloomy dusk, The wheels of life sway round.   When the world plays checkers, The mother nature plays chess, Unsolved mysteries and enigmas remain, Once starting from where they never end.

 Music forever     Oo those saccharine melodies, Those yummy and dulcet candies, Like this midsummer in june, Sing one song in one tune.   Though music has evovled, Still it feeds our hungry souls, Like today’s world is of rock’n’roll, Where verses and stanzas insanely troll.   Like the falcon tunes soar, Like the thunder tones roar, Emotions flow like blue seas, Letting ones prison soul free.   Though fine art may be music, Still believed to be a white magic, Like a talisman are it’s effects, seductive but it’s not a defect.   Yesterday was of drums and sitars, Today is of pianos and guitars, Euphoria lies within the strings, Secret of inner peace and grins.   Life is a melody the strings in your fingers, Lyrics are in your mind but tunes may linger, Play the best song along your way whenever, Music is love and love remains forever.

                                        Black Times     through the times of black and white, black is fortune and blue is the sky, chandeliers blacked out still fireflies glow bright, of gold and iron is thy will and might. wondering in scattered evil and shattered lights. Of trust and hope thy hearts are made, Ice is melting but we won’t let them fade, Black clouds, thunder strikes lightning roars, Whispering winds die, rain begins to pour. Nature wants us to see the most in the our worst hour. Wandering through thousand roads, When finally ended in a meadow, Saw iridescent bubbles glide, Scattering the seven colors of rainbow. Black time settles and the silent war, Wheels and races of life will sway and start too soon, Knowing we’ve paid enough of our sins with scars, Now the weak will survive in twilight of the lonely moon. Lonely will be thee when the dawn rises, Knowing thee is one from the all and rest, Darwin refers this a

A rose poem featuing, "A red rose". Rose Poem     He still remembers, Every June and December, When gems and pearls, Were of no worth.   He still remembers, Every night, When the moon catched fire.   He still remembers, Every day, When he laid and heard lies, The ember in his heart was igniting, And he was on fire. But he still grined and smiled.   In a garden of marigolds, He was supine, Watching the sky, While the sky watched both of them, Being overwhelmed with emotions, Next to him was a stranger, Who he refered to as an angel.   Every instance they were together, But he regrets they weren’t forever, Because for the most he remembers, The day she was gone, And he was left all alone.   Thunder and lightning   strikes, But he doesn’t minds. Sins from his past sting, Yes, his heart hurts.   Those tears filled eyes, His lifeless body, His stiff stone heart, His lost soul, Wanders in

The splendor of autumn "A leaf falls". A Leaf Falls     The sun that ignites, So golden in the blue. My notions and emotions, Which soar beyond the blue. For I am here, Wandering underneath the blue.   On a land, Which once was green, Where I lay and had sweet dreams.   I am sure it was a dream, Because now nightmares fall in; The land is losing life, So am I. The leaves of trees are crimson, So is my blood. The eves are cold, So are my frozen eyes, Still a tear falls, Knowing it is falls.   The weather drifts, But the season doesn’t. My mindset uplifts, But my concern doesn’t. I am reaping hope, But the trees doesn’t.   Knowing it is falls, Everything is falling, But I am stalling, To lose it all.   The horizons are clear, So are my phobic fears, The flora is on fire, I am encompassed with hope, Still I am dire, But I don’t know why? Maybe because it is falls.   I an instance,

A confused boy thinking,"I don't know why?" I Don’t Know why I am free, I am free, Still a prison in my own body, My heart and mind are enemies. For one admires, While the other regrets. I don’t know why?   I can’t decide, What is what? Which is better? Or which is the best? I don’t know why?   I stand frozen and stuck, Like a clock on 12 O’clock, I don’t know, Whether it is pm or am, Because it is still dark. I don’t know why?   I don’t know, Whether someone doesn’t minds, Or he doesn’t have a mind. I don’t know someone can see, Or else he is blind. I don’t know why?   Life is complicated, So are it’s aspects, One is hated, While the other gets respect. I don’t know why?   My heart is stiff as a rock, Though it is summer, But the blood in my veins, Still rushes. My mind is soft as sponge, Though it is winter, But the memories in my mind, Still gushes. I don’t know why?   I have emotions, but not notions, I have a body, but not a soul, I have a persona, but not a go

Here you will find the best sad poems about life featuring the poem "Alone" and many more. Alone  - Sad Poems About Life I am lonely, But not alone. For the greater good, I brood…. Those damp black eyes, My flawless skin, Rests on the edge, Of stone cold curtains.   It was certain, It rained; The petrichor embraces my nostrils, Till my eyes cram with tears, Not of grief and sorrow, Like they were yesterday, And they will be tomorrow. The tears; From the joy of solitude.   In the darkness, I wander alone, Like a cloud in the sky, Playing with the winds, Shooting in the blue, Is it alone? It doesn’t seems so.   In the dark, Away from my past, Closer to the future, Every instance is mutual; Lost for hope, Lost from hearts, I stand in the dark, With no one at all. Am I alone? It seems so.   Lost in my own mind, Fumbling in the dark, Craving for light, With a gasp I wake, Knowing that still it is spring, Watching the world watch me, I sigh; It is morning, And I am not blind,

Find the new best quality short poems about imagination  featuring the poem "No Such Thing" and many more. The imagination of a person. No Such Thing: Poems About Imaginations My thoughts soar, Swiftly than my blood, Just like, Silence roars, Louder than bombs.   Roses have thorns, Air contains dust, Glitter sparkles, But it is not a hex.   One thing is contrary, To the other, One wins, Because the other lose. One lose, because the other wins.   My heart beats, Only to keep me alive. My mind analyze, So I will mind. Something attracts, But it only distracts.   One is considered fiction, Because the other is fact. One is said to be dead, If the other is alive. One is considered the truth, If the other is a lie.   One can see because he is not blind, One is evil because he is not kind. One finds, Because something is lost. One has the drive, Because he has the hope.   Nightingale sings sweet songs; Nor because of it’s touching voice, Neither of it’s sensitive notes, All b

In this space you shall discover the new best sad and motivational poems about life featuring the poems "Demons" and many more. A jar of delicious cookies The Last cookie   I still remember, The December embers, The arctic atmosphere, And my ashen skin, Both of them met, Early in the morning.   I was awfully exhausted, But I still grin. Toil after toil, Trouble after trouble, My job was hard, A jar of cookies, Was my ultimate reward.   I was traumatized, I can’t believe my eyes, Lost for words; I know the cookies are dulcet, But are not enough to pay, For my blood and sweat.   I was outraged, A pungent aroma, Crammed my nostrils… Till it reached my heart, And filled it with saccharine.   The jar eyed me, I fingered the jar, It appeared to be enchanted, I was anxious to open it, As if it was treasure.   With a gentle measure, I lift the jar, Opened the lid, Something rushed out, As if a charm revealed, A pleasant odour, Embraced my nostrils.   Unwillingly my fingers re

In this space you shall discover the new best sad and motivational poems about life featuring the poems "Demons" and many more. Demons She threw her last impression, In the fireplace, Of my ruthless aggression. But the ashes remained, In my mind, Rising the demons.   I wander, In the state of rage, My mind is a cage, Carved, From flesh and bones, The home of devils, Ruling there spreading evil, Acting against my desire and will.   I am helpless and hopeless, Unless I act, But I can’t, And it’s a fact.   Their intentions are perplexing, Just like the game of chess, Indeed they are pro players of chess, Their every move is like a hex; I fight my way out, But without a doubt, They knock me out.   I can’t stand on my feet, I m breathless. Blood is rushing in my veins, Turning my face crimson, As if it was about to explode, I can’t hold, I am dying…. I am dying,   In an instance, Something flashes before my eyes, Making me reminisce, I have notions and emotions, I have a sou

I Remember     Blood is crimson, So are the roses…   Yesterday the flames were igniting, But today they are out cold, It is the reason he upholds; A pallid face, Damp frozen lips, Like a faded rose.   Yesterday the blood was rushing, In his veins, And he was alive, Living a life.   Today memories only gush, In his mind, As if they were only, The matter of time.   He is dire, Burning on the flame, Of ninth January embers, Still a part of him remembers, The day of his sins.   The day she was gone, And he was left alone. Still he wants redemption, For his evil intentions.   While wandering, In a spring day, his eyes gazed, And were amazed, At an anonymous persona;   Shimmering and glimmering, Every step she took, his concern grew, As it could be her.   From a distance he recognized, It was her, Appearing out of nowhere, Like an angel from the heavens, She begin to grin, his soul begin to