splendid poems

 "Life" as the name suggests is not one whole thing, life comes in small pieces or offerings. These smaller pieces or components sum what is called "life". These small pieces are known as the aspects of life. These include Happiness, sorrow, pain, bliss, heart break, ecstasy, excitement, fear, anger, disgust, anxiety and many more. Life is always exciting because we never know what comes next? we will never know which flavour will be dominant at some point in our lives? These all aspects are the ingredients of life which make it exciting! Have you ever wondered what would it be like if only one aspect is abundantly found in life? What-if salt is present in more quantity in a dish more than it is required? or what-if  sugar is present more in a dish than it is required? the simplest answer to this would be the taste of the whole dish will be ruined and no one will have interest in tasting it. The same case is with the recipe of life. All the ingredients in it i.e sug...

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?

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...