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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

The Last Word   Marigolds are white, Roses are red, As red as her damp lips, The glimmer in her eyes, the spark in her heart, were igniting fiercely, like an ember on fire.   Her words were slurred, As if they were not heard, They were spoken by mind, But were unacceptable to the heart.   In the blink of eye, Eye everything cease, Dropping down to her knees, The fire in her heart, Went out cold, Leaving her dire.   Her corpse was shivering, Her tongue was quivering, Now her lips were bone dry, Was it a virtual truth, Or a bare faced lie?   Because she was a women, The women of her words, Her word was her oath, What-if she was foretold?   Since speech is silver, Silence is gold. I won’t mind if I were deaf, So the words won’t be heard, I wish they were only a surd, So my heart won’t hurt.   I wish the final words, Were only signs, So everything would be fine, Because the last impression dressed,

A Plant In Shade   My life is full of turmoil, Because I am grounded in soil.   Every instance I am desperate, All of my friends are late, All of them are gone, Leaving me all alone.   No one here minds, But I do. No one here is kind, Why they do so?   I believe I will grow, One day. If I won’t get crushed, The other day.   People are my fear, Their love is so harsh, Plucking me apart, Is what they call love, I don’t know how, They bear to call it love.   My luck is really harsh, I used to be on a marsh, But now I am suffering, On a dried out terrain, With no snow, no rain. I am all parched.   All is not lost, But I still have the hope. One day the clouds, Will gift me some drops, Hope turns me green, Still all of it appears to be a dream.   Because at the moment, I am all yellow, I am also sad, But I won’t fade, Because I want to flower and shower.   The other day, They will see me, T

The Game Of Fame   No goals, No scores, I just want to play.   The game, Not for fame, Not because I am lame, All I want is, To witness the bliss of pain.   Every one in world is not same, Some just play the game, Others play for fame, Some play to earn the name, While some play to win.   Well, I play to say, Nor did I win, Neither did I lose, Because I had my mind, And didn’t let it lose.   Try not to score goals, Try to make up a role, A role of sportsmanship, Showcase it to your opponent, As a colossal gift.   A game; Is not to earn a name, Not to sustain fame, Nor to make hearts hurt, Neither to make minds mind, It is owed to fill them all, With respect and delight.   One wins, Because the other lose, One lose, Because the other wins.   A game is of mind, All of it is in one’s mind, The ultimate challenge is; Staying same, throughout the entire game.

I Was There   My friend was there, I was here, Stuck in my own mind, Climbing obscurities to find, Something lost of mine.   Every turn, My heart hurts, He was there, Because he had a mind, That doesn’t minds.   A person so kind, He was there, But I was blind.   The other day, I was blind, But his smile never fades, Like a flower that showers, For uncountable decades.   He was learned, Well, I was earned, I was here, Conquering my fears, But he was there, Splitting my tears.   I was in his mind, He was on my nerves, Because his destiny was straight, But mine was curved.   He was there, Like a clear mirror, But I can’t see, Because I was blind.   Today he is gone, And I am all alone. My eyes are open wide, Well I can see, But now all is lost, The most is lost, I am still blind.   He was always there for me, But I was here carefree, What-if I was there, I wish I was there.

The Eclipse   The day is sole, The charisma of nature, Is on it’s top.   I am on my own, Encompassed with hope, This may be the new day, One waited for.   My soul begins to raise, Blood rushing in my veins, It felt bizarre, So were the fierce rays, From the burning sun.   No truth, no lies, The instance itself buys, For whom I admire.   Nothing is more, Nothing is less, With admiration and profess, The moment was blessed.   The sun in the blue, Igniting so golden, Like an ember on fire.   In an instance; Darkness scatters, My heart shatters, Still a part of me believes, It is for something, better and greater.   The sun is dire, The moon taking over, Creating a “ring of fire”.   The silhouette of sun, Remains untouched, So am I. Before a gentle breeze blows, And enlightens my eyes to glow.   My eyes burned, But still I won’t cede, Because all I need, Is a flash unseen.   I remain

The Mind   Deep down below the cranium, A world lies; Full of surprise, A world where the late rise.   Notions wander free, Thoughts arrive and flee, The kin of sorrow and glee.   Denser than the sea, Soaring than the elevated peaks, Deeper than a creek, The spot where one seeks, The knowledge of world indeed.   The association of mind and soul, Playing the ultimate role, A step closer towards one’s goal, For once and for all.   Every portrait, As clear as, The mirror, Reflection of one’s fears, The blissful years, As if it were yesterday, By the departure of every year.   One’s mind very open and broad, But the others still, As onerous as a load, A cage of flesh and bones, Especially in the state of rage.   Nevertheless, One must admit and confess, The mind is a colossal bless, Nothing is more , And nothing is less.   Since, The heart is not meant to hurt, The mind is not meant to mind,   T

The Enchanted Garden   As the sunsets, My soul begins to raise, The ultimate phase, Which I love to face.   strolling   through the aisles, As I travel mile after mile, I once to realized, I am here, Standing on the edge, Of a fairy meadow, Or else the enchanted gardens.   My nostrils filled, With pleasant odors, Sending sudden shudders, Across my shoulders.   The gentle breeze, Brightens my eyes, Dilates my pupils, Enlarges my heart.   Filling it with saccharine, Courtesy of the pungent aroma, Making me suffer, From an emotional trauma.   Plethora of vivid flora,  And the vibrant roses, Clusters of flaccid aloe vera. Representing more of a, Grand dreamland.   Greenery spread far beyond, The reach of eye. As green as, One can only imagine, In their dream. A picturesque scene, Unseen!   I stood froze, By the bed of rose, With bliss and grace, I let myself embrace, Into the arms of natur

A Bird In A Cage   Every dawn, My damp eyes open wide.   Would this be the day, I will be able to born a flight? Will this be the day, I waited for day and night?   Without a hesitation, I can mention, Their spiteful intentions. Perhaps they want me, To sing sweet songs, As long as, A never ending marathon.   I know, I was born to glow, Destined to sing sweet songs, But for real, I do not belong, To a steel made home, Suffering here all alone.   All my fears, All my tears, Living in my nightmares, It is not fair, I can’t bear.   They say; My fascinating features, Especially my vivid feathers, Make them blissful.   Why don’t they set me free, So they can see, What I actually meant to be, Flying up high in the sky.   All is lost, But I still hope; What-if they set me free, So I can flee, To the wild unseen.