Spilt Milk Poems - Poems about Spilt Milk

...Is it owing to my age? Or power and position? Am I, in my furnace of self-forsakenness, burning? Have others abandoned me? Why's there no recognition? In isolation, as flesh in a frying pan, I'm c......Read the rest...

...No use crying over spilled milk- we need to stay positive and not be sour......Read the rest...

...Maybe, speaking out failed so I chose silence Maybe, peace didn't seem to be an option so I chose violence Maybe I don't sleep because all I hear is sirens Maybe I'm careful with because I have b......Read the rest...

...When we were with each other, Her fond looks I disregarded; Her true feelings I neglected. What a stupid I was then! There’s no use crying over spilt milk… Bite Size Contest no.62 P......Read the rest...

...They say... Still waters run deep... Then why are there so many shallow people? When it rains it pours... Usually the day after I wash my truck. Walk softly and carry a big stick... Or wa......Read the rest...

...(This is an old poem of mine reposted with some modifcations ) I hammered some words Out from the quarry of my brain They fell around in shards; Some like boulders, Some like rocks and rubb......Read the rest...

...Mum:Who have you taken after?? Your father wasn't selfish like you.. Nahil:I have taken after Uncle Supari.. He is selfish as well... He doesn't give 22 crore rupees Zakat.. He spent his money o......Read the rest...

...Shut thy heart off filth, mind who enters here. Cry not of spilt milk, better days are near, closer than you think. Love will find you, in purest form. Hearts heal always, Tear up no more.......Read the rest...

...Friends used to say like an elephant I never forget these days I have the memory of a goldish or amoeba often find myself staring blanking into the fridge wondering what I am doing there, what I’m......Read the rest...

...If you cry over spilt milk, Wipe your tears with cloth of silk.......Read the rest...

...My gardener says: 'flowers fade away, Ones found yesterday, are not seen today'. Tentativeness and simple temperance Add true beauty to perfect permanence. My father, mother, brother, sister ......Read the rest...

...In the end come to think of it What's the point of feeling sad Sad just does what sad does No point on dwelling on it It won't go away and will still be laying in state ready to unwelcom......Read the rest...

... "Backhand" You have turned me inside out, cut open like a tennis ball I used to beat backhand along with the racket hard against the garage ......Read the rest...

... “Spilt Milk” Warm milk before bedtime spilt before sleep The salty tear in a body of work along the dark line kissed steamed open li......Read the rest...

...The lying sewer rats have revealed themselves once again a tale has surfaced without credit but begs to be king this plague and disease has taken away innocent life We all can see the scorpion in ......Read the rest...