Life Poems

Knowing that your door was always wide open in the prime, And still open to rest a sleepy  head at this end of time. Though not tied to wows promises and words of chain, And  forgotten bonds with not even your name, With ink stains all dried up with the passage of time, Keeps running

Have you ever clung to a desire for so long that your eyes saw nothing else? The most beautiful part of existence is the ability to dream, to aspire toward a goal, no matter how lofty! Like the little girl with her hand outstretched to the stars, hoping for just one touch of the cosmos. Try

should you find yourself at the captains helm as everyone around you is jumping ship do not lose your stride dont miss a step because I will be right beside you braving the storm as the cruel dark clouds loom just above the bow and the torrential rains begin to fall your nerves may get the best

Dawn tinges the black sky, A glow beyond the dark of night. Impossible shades of gray, Then silver turning to gold. Beauty only GOD can provide, Trying to light the sadness of my empty soul. Awake. Night followed by day followed by night. Alone. TV blaring trying to fill the soundless space within. Thoughts of failure, self-worth, Can I fix

I am a painter, and I like to paint pictures, But my pictures are made from words rather than paint! I brush and stroke the keys to lay the words down in front of me, I keep on painting until I get a good end result! My words capture a past time, or a

Big blue sky, Cold crisp December air, Soul alive, Spirits reigning high, Jingle bells and all that! Many a hangover is on the way, The post man will deliver, Nights we will feel the shiver, Nights sitting beside the Christmas tree! The end of the year grows near, Drowned out with over-eating and beer, A new year is just around the

This plentiful right, pieces of earth. A vast depiction in a corner rainbow. To me the vast covering set to release Astonishment, happiness, under the sea arriving vindicated certainties in promise. Just all are the many sitting here Now there’s few standing toward the angelic still as I am blinded an adequate fill, spiritless in movement hiding the

Heavy is the heart, Slowing you down, Leaving behind the trail like that of a snail, Heavy, like a ball and chain Tied to you in vain. Shattered are your dreams, If you not rid yourself of this shame. There will be no reality. Embrace yourself. There is so much to live for, So get rid of this ball and

I’m tired, exhausted, Running… The trees down the avenue cannot be counted I’m running too fast. My mouth is dry I see a stream nearby Water won’t quench my thirst It is not what I need My heart pounds into my ribcage So intense, tears stream down my cheeks But I must keep running My compass points into this direction Nothing in

a brand new year, a brand new start, is what make things right, i assumed; plenty of scars – both physical and emotional still attached to myself and refused to leave me in solitude as much as i tried; foolishly i believed this existence is all but doomed, i have been trying to change all that happened mistakes i have

trapped in a mire of reality, sometimes dreams are all i have, reality is nothing but a well disguised mirage; torn between the two, i fight on and on and on, every day with my own self, to keep my sanity and live another day; with my head full of pride, hell-bent on proving a few people wrong, unabated, i

Time wins and no one else, You and me are mere puppets. For once you feel you can have fun, He makes you repent With His twists and turns. Even the slightest impudence you show, He has His ways of punitive throw. A glimpse of times that we forgot, Brings in light, the cause of all thwart. For me

Memories are… Old photographs left alone in an ancient album conveying, love, family, friendship in Past happy occasions. Previous flashbacks recalling, dreadful, frightening moments. A loved ones treasures that brings, such pleasure to the one who inherits them. Memories are… An old burnt down house, that reveals some startling secrets, which now has Become a new home. An child hood friendship, which is broken

I am the only one left on this piece of earth. A lonely figure in the centre of the colourless land I am but a single cloud left to pour Devastation, sadness, over the lands Leaving no traces of hope, light and happiness Everyone was once standing here on this very land not so long

The agony & the immense pain, Of separation once again, I stoop & I fall, And then I fall again. The pain throughout the mundane night, Was extremely unbearable, I tread on pieces of broken glass, With not even a splinter of glass for succour. The day is worse & I dread its light, It is worse than the