Own Poems - Poems about Own

Once she was Pauroso now she's Rinforzando. Bisbigliando :brusco, scordato she must rehearse and study to be an image of perfection Senza Spianato and Graevole Tratto ______________________________ It causes me to wish you near to make promises to seek the responsibility of our togetherness Then until some half witted meddler to...Read the rest...

Chris prompts his friend, Cyra to help him win the heart of his true love, Roxy Chris is easy on the eyes a dreamy kinda guy but as far as conversation goes he’s got no game Cyra articulates like no other, a maven of...Read the rest...

Mamma, please give me a fairy. I want someone nice to play with. Please, mamma, just a tiny one. Preferably with lots of wit. Come on, mamma, it can't cost much We'll play on the porch, she and I, Quickly, I'll...Read the rest...

I am on the path to escape death she said. wondering how she intended to do it I followed her around for a day or two you mean escape spiritual death or flesh death? her freckled face stared at...Read the rest...

Riding on a road I have never ridden on with him. Making this road all of our own as he drives on a whim. Driving into memories which include forgetting about them....Read the rest...

I can feel u sinking Over thinking Thinking about drinking Feeling hated Colors faded Whole worlds jaded Fear of being rejected Defeated, puzzle pieces all dissected Stop, it's time to redirect it Skies to the water, take a moment and reflect it Remember your...Read the rest...

Take to arms, who will come ye to save? What hope from face-less faces ye have? Never plead, nor for them ever rave, From shameless what succour can ye crave? Take to arms, none will come ye to save....Read the rest...

I think it knows what it is doing. I don't feel bad after doing it. When both he and his friend suddenly approached me, while I got the backpack on my back, ofcourse my eyes first landed...Read the rest...

Raga: Chayanot Taal: Ektaal Composition (Bangla Calender): 27 ashar, 1317 Composition (AC) 1910 Place: Gorai,Janipur Song attuned: Surendranath Bondopadhdhay, Bhimrao Shastree Home Songs Meditative Contemplation 65 Within cosmic, cosmos, thou art an enchanting flute, His own Thine within mine intertwined a delight, hence a light...Read the rest...

I made a vow to never part. Please hold what's dear to me within. I hope that you will not depart. What would I be without my skin?...Read the rest...

What if I can see it, smell it, almost touch it, That gilded throne where I will proudly sit, Would people think me mad, Is my ambition so preposterous and bad. And why not me, have I not earned...Read the rest...

my palm lines are deep in center a mystic star so fascinating...Read the rest...

Standing in front of my own grave Walk in the cemetery is a beautiful time killing This a fascinating study of the life, and the past Yes, this is true, all cemeteries are part of life But people...Read the rest...

'Twas midday in mid-Manhattan I was with the lunch crowd then a voice sounds like platinum drove me to turn around of course, the color of your threads amongst the bland, spread out poetry in motion were reds well stitched, without a...Read the rest...

It never is too late to start Pursuing what you dream. Listen closely to your heart... Allow your mind to stream. Do not let status or age Instill crisis within you. Successfully turning the page? Only if you decide to. All of us...Read the rest...