First Draft
Poem For The Ready
Gentlemen...forgive my wonder, there is no deceit. Forgive my joy to wander on hopeless feet. Love me anyway for things you'll never understand. I trust my own life plan. So, make your mark upon a soul, perhaps another ones, but whatever you do make yourself whole.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelleabout a year ago in Poets
Just Become Selfish Because No One Cares
Are you selfless? Well, I've learned to care less. When I gave my all, when I dared, The truth hit hard - no one cared. I held on tight, to values and grace, But found myself lost, out of place. I poured out kindness, stayed so pure, Yet silence told me - nothing's sure.
By Adarsh Kumar Singhabout a year ago in Poets
The Light That lost its life
Death lay its icy hands on Siyana as she traced the reminiscence of her past. Glowing in the beauty of light, she was sunshine in every realm of her existence, with her touch she would heal and with her laugh, she would fill every soul with abundant zeal. Alas, every light that was blazed with radiance faces its plight. As she returned home, the love of her life smashed her head with a lamp, accused of shunning her chastity, in his rage he vowed to kill her. Thunder rambled across the city, hearing the sound as she looked out the window, looms of darkness surmounted their house, calling to the wind and announcing in the trumpets of air,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Sensational: (of an account or a publication) presenting information intending to provoke public interest and excitement at the expense of accuracy.
Sight: pull the wool over one's eyes 1) In darkness, you swept me, through scratchy holes I saw, a piecemeal sight; I grew too full, too fast, so you must shear me, cut like a caul, the casualty is being clothed but naked, still.
By Cali Loriaabout a year ago in Poets
