Latent Poems - Poems about Latent

...The monumental bane of OCD - obsessive compulsive disorder As origin of *****Sapien species surged ahead, harboring nascent predominance asper said primate reproductively bred, (albeit via incr......Read the rest...

... Your flushing face winsome in the wild wind, the ebony strands of hair insolent, flutter unbridled. Some swirl squally, threading the gushing gale, on the ivory forehead their lattice capture......Read the rest...

...You say you caught a miserable cold, child, And mother won’t let you play? “When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows” Is just the tale for you today! The silent meadow comes alive at dawn With ......Read the rest...

... "Their World" Of course, there was no re-assurance from them that they would respond to the message I had sent. Morning had arrived. The day had commenced as any other, unravelling ......Read the rest...

... That was then…. When the tapestry of contentment enveloped the enthralled expanse exhilarated, of the sensuous sky called life. When the fervent flight was friendly for the esoteric essen......Read the rest...

... In the archaic anchorage of the wayward mind, isolated from the righteous roots of transcendental inviolability by the dislodging drive of the deriding desires, untamed instincts shroud......Read the rest...

...Scrolling cosmic pages is my habit now, A synchronised life, no nine to five and no alarm. Careless and with no bills to pay; Reality is, I’ve mastered the play. Essentially, I’m just using a che......Read the rest...

...Seasons of the morn' The sweet taste of life's palate Where latent dreams form. ......Read the rest...

... Finally my blood began to coagulate, and stopped to seep out of the slashed heart, lacerated in the tempest of turmoil by the sharp shards of your refutation. In the memory meadow I found a......Read the rest...

...You have no time, time’s not with us, Still, love aught be brought back with us. Let not time rob our love in life, Nor spill the pot of love with us. Forgotten we have naught with time, No......Read the rest...

... In the evening coolness where the sprawling maple tree sighs, Admired in strength and beauty, on innovations, our world relies. My pairing seeds helicoptered, carried on Nature's tender wings......Read the rest...

...the ungraspable imagined suggestions of simplicity isolated latent haunting the eye ......Read the rest...

... Sculpting The Breeze When the last remnants of sands have passed, And the singing nightingales, no longer heard, Unaware the roaring river runs swiftly past, The cobwebbed lat......Read the rest...

... In the misty milepost of the penultimate pathway, at the faint fringe of future obscure, the twilight tune reverberates the requiem for the forlorn tree, silhouetted tranquil against su......Read the rest...

...Unlike first rains on dusty countryside, No lasting pathways etched are by despair, But hope comes like a first shower to guide, To give ample hints— how to go and where. And a way out appear......Read the rest...