The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone, Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist!
Poetry is the best art form that ever existed. Poetry isn't restricted or subjected to follow any rule. However, it can be put into some niche based on its creation. Today, we would like to share with you, The Best 5 dramatic/Narrative poetry. Before we begin let us understand what dramatic poetry is? Dramatic poetry encompasses…
We have always been less human than human, In the glare of pathetic greed, we are leading, Like never before, or like every Single time. There isn’t any sign of togetherness, Good deeds, a better past, or our glory, If there is, it’s rare, so we share. Shamelessly.
These mountains, a solid architecture,a life with the green canvas, all over it,like a bold green flesh, raised by the sun,the summers, winters and spring passing,it stays still, never complaining, about anything. In summers, Sun melts him, like fire vomiting dragon,his little trees and plants die due to illness,lack of water causes death to beloved…
"Heart whispers through the voices lost in silent winds of solace." "Never heard the Whispers of flowers, the stones remained stones." "In the lost tranquility, i still breath of unanimous trails towards peace." "Writing on leaves, the drops of fog, some poems of life, about smiling and blossoming, love in the eyes." "Written on her…
Writing on leaves, the drops of fogsome sublime poetries,of life & lies,burning and dying,true love in the eyes. Escaping from the arms of clouds,falling to the surface of grounds,it cools the heat all around. Scattered onto the soil,it asks for an another life.a life of time, for a lifetime,nothing it says, but denies.
Whimpers in the maze of tough thoughts,A life with lenity.A thought of seeking coincidence,With wondrous epiphany. A morning that seeks night,But couldn’t.A night that seeks dawn,But couldn’t. It stays within,And asks quietly,Whether you’re,what you areor not?? When not heard,It stays where it belongs,Like a snail in its shell.
In the mountains, when the sunlight wakes her up, the morning begins, We see her brightly colored wings, She flies through the routes of flowers, rivers, brooks, and through the petals of blue delphiniums. Like a lady with courage and compassion, giving soothe to the eyes of lovers. like a queen of nature's kingdom, who…
The way she passed the bridge of my memory, I lost my way out of the senses. The lights of courage in me was diminished, Flaunted by the winds of first love.
Sitting besides the blue-ish river of Atlanta,
Staring, the filled sky with grains,
Glittering in the nights.
He beseeches for a masterpiece.
