Watching the rain
Wipe my tears away and heed my pain. Listen to my sorrows and with me watch the rain. Comfort me and console me, tell me it will be okay....
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Facade
It's all a facade. It's all a lie. No one knows the truth and they don't mind living lies. The thing is we all try to hide. Just so we...
Wept
You wouldn't know if the ocean cried, You wouldn't know if the wind screamed, You wouldn't know if the moon smiled, You wouldn't know if...
Scarred Sunset
I'll stare as the sun sets in the sky. The burning orb as it slowly dies. I'll stare even though it hurts my eyes. And when the ashes...
Abstract Ideas
Splash of colours, Drops of tears. Red, blue, black And pretty criers. Pastel hues And compulsive liars. Grey thoughts And abstract...
Seize the day
Everything changes day by day. Nothing ever stays the same. So we have to live in the present, not worry about the future And let bygones...
It's the silence that is deafening
It's the silence that is deafening. All that quiet but no peace. For the water has stirred And confidence failed The secret is out The...
Like the seed and the sky
The sky is unusually beautiful today. I stare at it Because I know forever it won’t be the same. It will change. Like the seed that was...
Patience
I am distraught I feel lost They say it's alright but it's not I have been waiting, waiting for so long For it to become normal but it's...
No rainbow without rain.
There isn’t Yes without No No Good without Bad No Truth without Lies No Happy without Sad For you wouldn't value it, if you didn’t know...
Betrayed
They sat there watching as the sun was swallowed by the sea. The rose and gold tinted sunset was a picture of tranquility. She sat there...
Granted
We think it will ne’er go away. We think that it all will stay. We take it all for granted. Like the snow Or our mother’s love , We think...
My nightmares. (Warning: A horror poem.)
A horror poem.
The picnic (A play)
Narrator: Once there were two friends. Their names were Natasha and Natalie. They were very good friends. They had been friends since...
POV: You are a volunteer for Red Cross.
25 April, 1945 Wednesday 15:10 p.m. As a volunteer for the British Red Cross society I have seen many horrifying things over the past...
A New Dawn (a poem on war)
Away from home they were gone. Far away where we couldn’t follow. All that was left behind was a shadow. Neck-deep we were in our sorrow....
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