saahir 2013/12/25 14:43
A lonely night..
The moon was bright..
At the sea shore..
Far away from me..
Two shadows moving..
I crawled to see..
But suddenly the moon disappeared..
Tried to listen..
Wind didn't let me..
Clouds dispersed..
On the silver sand..
I found her hanky..
Ah! Shuro..
Why you betrayed me..
Note: This poem is not a part of contest.
S-ALI.RAZA 2013/12/25 16:28
[LITTLE THINGs] Some things in life seem big, when small.
Looking up to Daddy, he seems so tall!
As a child, front yards seem to go forever...
Grandma's advice, she's so clever.
Trees seem so high, clouds unable to reach!
sitting in the swing, eating a fresh grown peach.
Running free in the meadows with the sun going down.
Looking out the window, riding in the car through town.
Now, I'm grown! Everything seems so smaller...
I wonder why..We have to grow taller..
Memories captured from past time thoughts in my mind.
I seek the future, don't look behind..
Going for walks, reaching new land.
Little footsteps in the ocean sand...
Learning to do new things, little things like that...
Seems, my head was so small! When wearing Daddy's hat.
Catching lightning bugs in the back yard.
Life was easy, never too hard!
Now, I'm grown and everything seems so smaller!
I wonder, why we have to grow taller!
Walking near danger, mother holding my hand.
These little things and little ways..
Climbing up tree houses, oh so high!
Waving to good friends, goodbye!
Reaching higher grades each year of school.
Hoping to be liked, hoping to look cool!
First time crushes and little things like this....
Wouldn't trade it for the world, for I would miss....
The little things, I hold special in my heart.
Ol' Memories, please! Never depart..
Now, I'm grown and everything seems so smaller!
I wonder, why we have to grow taller?
Thanks for reading an old poem of mine! Can you relate to these childhood memories? Hope to hear from you....Sincerely,
NIGHT_ANGEL Best friend
2013/12/25 17:40
Best friends are angels,
That God sent along.
They always stay beside you,
Whenever things go wrong.
I'm glad that god blessed me,
With a good friend such as you.
A person to be .......
Georginia 2014/01/03 13:31
My country....
Mumbai for beauty,
Delhi for majesty,
Kashmir for looks
Tamil for cooks.
Nagaland for hills,
Himachal for mills,
Bengal for writers,
Punjab for fighters,
Madhyapradesh for health,
Himachal for wealth,
Kerela for learners,
Maharashtra for workers,
Bihar for mines,
Himachal for tribes.
Emo_CutE_GiRl_ 2014/01/06 14:41
Kanto ko phul samjhakar sajati rahi mai,
Har mour pe dil ki darde aahe dabati rahi mai .
Chhor gaya dil me koi unginat jakhmo ko,
Khushiyo ka bahana bana muskati rahi mai.
Sath leke chal diye vo mere jivan ki bahar,
Ujare gulshan ko har vakt sajati rahi mai.
Meri har vafa ka aacha sila diya unhone,
Bewafaiya unki tohfa samjh kabul karti rahi mai.
Gulon ki choton ke n jane kitane jakhm mile,
Har jakhm ko aahon se pahle sahalati rahi mai.
Saj-sanvakar nikalna kahan Emo_Cute_Girl_ ki kismat tha ,
Khakar dhokha duniya se munhn chhipa rahi mai...
(Original)
SOHAIL-KHAN 2014/01/07 16:55
Udaas Raat ..!!!
Badan thakan say chor hai
Par neend hum say dore hai
Tera khayal sath hai
Bari udas raat hai
Hawa-e-gham ka zor hai
Samandaron ka shor hai
Judaiyon ki baat hai
Bari udas raat hai
Har nazar sharab hai
Teray milnay ka khawab hai
Yeh konsa azab hai
Bari udas raat hai
Gaye dinon ki yaad hai
Thaka thaka sac hand hai
Dukhi Dukhi si baat hai
Bari udas raat hai
High_Source 2014/01/07 21:36
You made me feel forward, so happy she was so quite. So i met different people they hide theY touch. Became Colson and felt the GumSlonelearning net before facebook. Way of thou i shal be quite. Yet i was fine thou we shall keep our home respected with calm.
Yes i love 2wap coz Gum deserve more than my arward. Thanks Gum ive learned a lot and still wanna learn more frm u
Aman.Rana 2014/01/08 06:22
truth the best truth the best
this poem is written by elizabeth
turner. who is well tnown poet for her
short poem , moral lesson , and
beautifull moral lessons.
this is one of his best poem . the poet says that the value of truth can not be
denied . some time we get into difficult
situation
and no way to seek out safely . butt
the simple truth always always have
good defence . the poet relate a brief story a little
girl . he broke a beautifull china basen
while he playing in their
drawing room . she feard that might
her mother be punished .
she want to slip and keep quite . no body saw her . but suddenly he keep
in mind that she would not denieded
any body . she go to her mother and
tell the story stairtly . heer mother
were very pleased with her . she
kissed snd love her .
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