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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