Poetry

Creative poems on various topics.

The sullen darkness hops in my heart. It cracked and I awake Where am I? In the Grave

He is hiding something. They are both nervous. Will his secret affect their relationship?

My first participation for Brenda Arledge's weekly prompt. Here is my poem in response to Week 31's prompt "Secrets".

Two poems on 'secrets'.

A poem about wedding jitters and other philosophical musings.

The poem is about holding on to the realities of life and accepting that every moment in life is a blessing and yet having the hopes for the uncertainties to come to life every now and then!

This is a poem where in a soul tries to persuade his lord. Strong hope and faith in his lord can make the journey of persuasion easy.

When water droplets fall from above, there is joy and each person's joy varies on the situation and personality of the person

This continues for a time and times...

Then like lightening in the firmament that transverses the length and breadth of the firmament...

Autumn has arrived, bringing beauty in golden-brown, orange, red and yellow hues that color every surface. It's the time of warm drinks by the fire or at least under your favorite blanket, with your favorite book or a movie, comfy clothes and Halloween. Autumn comes with a nostalgic feeling to it.

Her feelings for him hasn't gone deeper as she thought it should...

Smell of coffee and breakfast on sunny Saturday mornings, watching cartoons on TV, playing outside, playing with dolls and creating clothes for them...those were carefree days, before adulthood took over. Don't kill that free spirit, that bright and curious little thing that still likes exploring.

This article is about him—a person who in reality does exist and is alive, but spiritually, he is not in the right direction. His life is tossed around in the memories of the past.

Two contrasting poems, one a Sonnet on flowers and their magnificence and the other a free-style Sonnet on a journey to Light

A salute to all mothers who send their heroes for the country. This short poem is an honorable gift to the mothers of our soldiers and heroes of the country.

With God, strength, and victory belong to us.

When you start a phase anddon't really know what will happen, you just have to be hopeful it goes well

My Personal collection of short poems.

A woman who loses her partner some time ago is questioning her sanity having lived alone all this while without any interaction with the outside world, still crippled by her grief but fighting her thoughts and trying to see a future by speaking to her late partners voice of reason inside her head.

The curtain of night descends after each twilight and brings with it some magic

Looking for a pure tranquility? Seek Jesus.

The paragon of beauty meets the outcast crying...

No answer comes to his heart when ruminating on this.

After he lost all, he started being looked down upon...

They changed "gear" started employing other means...

Two meta-physical poems on the relationship with a Higher Love

She is reliable and trusted...