Plethora Poems - Poems about Plethora

...Keep my heart safe My lowly love of serenity For in you I have found a Treasure more precious Than gold and twice as Brilliant as the moon In the carpet of heavenly Stars twinkling upon Mo......Read the rest...

...TAXING THOUGHTS Let us hide behind a litany of lunacy Of gods and Gods, prophets and profits Does it do any good to feed the hungry When we are the cause of the hunger To take money from t......Read the rest...

... This pomegranate heart dreams to travel upon a periwinkle path which leads to the province, where her royal majestic persona resembles papillon emperors, floating under mauveine skie......Read the rest...

...Aren't I too young to burn, here I am again, waiting for my turn. Never knew this is what it meant, trying hard not to let my faith bend. Can't life be easy, like swift waves in motion, tired ......Read the rest...

...“We are all born to fly. Instead, we sit on the branches, afraid to sing or leap into the unknown. But the unknown is where enlightenment and creativity live. Our true nature is the unknown.” Erza......Read the rest...

... The embodiment of the unique existence, life is the construct of transient elements, that align in the plethora of perishable patterns within the mundane entity of body-mind duality. Benea......Read the rest...

... A sailboat gently floats across a peaceful lake and suddenly the world befriends me once again Beyond all time the memory of our fishing trip still lingers on my mind; It lays softly upon ......Read the rest...

...Just because an impetus arose... to repost poem (I chanced to locate amidst plethora of poems on hard drive of Macbook Pro) written more'n a half decade ago before yours truly blissfully ob......Read the rest...

...Awoken before dawn by rooster call To greet the day from my rocking chair ‘Twas the purest morning of them all Something special filled the air Noble gases became excited That early morning am......Read the rest...

...In silence, The soul cries, In the tranquil of the night the soul searches, It is saddled with a plethora of questions, It desires to see through the veil. What am I made for? The soul asks,......Read the rest...

...Have I ever wasted words on lower-cases and capitals? Laying beneath cool ground spring, waiting in its vestibules Happiness can be found loving this Earth for its residuals Toothpicks of this sta......Read the rest...

...Aren't I too young to burn, here I am again, waiting for my turn. Never knew this is what it meant, trying hard not to let my faith bend. Can't life be easy, like swift waves in motion, tired ......Read the rest...

...For Silent One's - Mamma Poetry Contest Where is the love, Mamma? Through broken Louvre blinds, you're ever watching Rosary beads clicking prayers on repeat mode, utteri......Read the rest...

...There’s a burning yen nomadic deep within entrenched, to absorb fresh environments ambrosial on foot, where incidental hue or august colour wash abound, or that March bloom tantalising shady patch......Read the rest...

... Women are... God’s finest embodiment of beauty Who, like roses, are incarnated in a plethora of Dazzling colors and magnificent shapes That The heart and soul of men mesme......Read the rest...