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The Looking Glass: A Short Poem About Life The looking glass. I thought life was made of stones, When they said it is hard, I thought life was a king, When they said it is cruel, I thought life was a dream, When they said it is short, I thought life was a candy, When they said it is sweet, I thought life was a diamond, When they said it is precious, No matter what I thought about life, No matter what I heard them say, I never knew what life was? Is that we who make of life? Or is that life making itself thus? Is it we who make the glass? Or is it the glass which makes us?

                                                                             Melody Of Spring   When the dawn cracks, The dove coos, Ethereal voices echo, Through the valley and the blue.   The moonlight fades, Fairies sleep on hills, Giving their heart and soul, To the enchanting daffodils.   A plethora of kites float, Between the earth and heavens, Their labyrinthine tangled strings, As if a cobweb spider has woven.   On the melody of the gust, Sweet songs does nightingale sings, Through the wonderlands, Of the wondrous mid spring.   Water pours into the hollow cup, Then the ice an...

Winter Arrives   As the winter arrives, The arctic winds whisper, Fog and frost scatters, As if they were sisters.   As the winter arrives, The flawless December ascends, And fairies on hill tops cast, spells for snowflakes to descend.   As the winter arrives, Trees get old, Lands get barren, Nights turn young and cold.   As the winter arrives, nightingale woes, and the dove sings, as if they were foes.   As the winter arrives, From the sky sprinkles snow, Disembarks from the heavens, Embarks on the mistletoe.   As the winter arrives, then the winter goes, the vibes of seasons change, the true joy of living it shows.  

  Life in the world   In the world of darkness and light, Comes blissful memories, sins and scars, When life is an endless fight, Then win less is tug of war.   Ivy grows and grows like doubts, Light and doubts strike till, Gushes destructive droughts, Shattering hope which failure never will.   In the end of a story there are words, On the other side of worry there is life, In the end of one world begins another world, It cuts both ways if sharp is the knife.   Love everything except hate, And the splendor of living could be, Expect anything except good fate, And the true colours of life you should see...

  Free Verse A free verse is a type of poetry where no rules are applied to write a poem. For instance types of poems such as ballads, blank verse, elegies, odes, soliloquies, and even limericks follows a distinct set of rules. Free verse poems break the chains of strict rules, The rule of free verse is that there must not be rules! It just up to you to write one, even you can create your own set of rules to write a piece of poetry. typically a free verse; doesn't follows any particular metrical pattern. (No usage trimeter, tetrameters, pentameters or any other). doesn't follows any certain rhyme scheme. for instance, limericks follows are strict AABBA rhyme scheme while ballads follow a peculiar rhyme scheme which is ABCB. doesn't limits to a particular  topic e.g elegies are written for the reflection on a death or loss while odes are written for the purpose of praising. Contains number of stanzas depending upon the poets will. contains lines in every stanza depending upo...

 Then: A Motivational Poem About Life Gazing at the blue sky, Grasping a cup of tea, A seagull takes flight, A wave soars over the sea. Wandering roads leads to meadows, Under the blooming tree there’s shadow.   Black and white colours of life, They arrive and then go, Some hurt and cut like knife, Thou shall reap what thee sow. Dark nights and the nightingale’s woes, And then the newborn crescent glows.   Breathe till the last breath, Aim like the archer’s bow, Hustle till occurs the death, High line leads to meadows. Watch the bright side whenever so, After rain watch the seven colours of rainbow!

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 person...

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...

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’...

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.   U...

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 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 h...

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, Becau...

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 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 ga...

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, Wha...