Share some nice Poetry

A Touch Amid Dark.. Hark you all: those footsteps forging, in the dark corridors , I hear,, Advancing tiptoed with swagger, and the sound came near and near..... Perplexed, or something eerie, I grope in wonder.. No vision in Light, I zapped in Dark, while my Spirits went asunder,, I sensed,,,the Touch of hands, warm ,Weak and Feeble,,, The Same Hands, that holded once, My fingers, small, and Nimble.. Touching my forehead, down to eyes, caressing deep to the heart,, The same old touch, caring , healing, soothing, as if with myriad colours of art. A kiss of life , on Forehead, blew my pains away,, For I felt , a new lease of life, in the touch , with sway.. THE FOOTSTEPS Went Back,tiptoed, leaving me Alone, Again, " Please don't leave me"--i I feared being alone, and I wailed in Pain,, She went away, My pleas----- were unheard, uncared.. I couldn't see her today, though, I sensed her, toched her, and yes,I feared.. It was The Holy soul that came, I didn';t know then ever.. She is IN me now, buried deep in the empty corners of heart ,, forever.. Today , She Sits, Speaks with me,, when I am Alone,, I feel her,,her pathos,,I hear(feel) her moan,, though I am not alone..

Your voice,my friend,wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.

Unjust Society I lay my head down to sleep, on a pillow where I weep. I look around with blurry vision, trying to make a hard decision. Should I or should I not, or live this life my soul to rot. A shiny object in my hand, a tool to save me from this land. Should I bare this hateful place, or fake a smile upon my face. Staring at the blade around my wrist, and at a hand never been kissed. And as I watch the blood run down, on my face there is no frown. In a few now, Ill be free, And rid of this unjust society.

the poetry writing is not my cup of tea but reading is.i have copied your poetry which is raelly very nice.

very nice.............:)

Its in hindi and hindi not allowed here

A CHRISTMAS ANGEL FOR YOU On Christmas Eve night if you look to the sky, As the snowflakes fall and get in your eyes. If you look really hard you just might see, A Christmas Angel sent to you from me. She brings with her wishes, for a night filled with glee. And dreams of many gifts, found under your tree. A very special angel, she comes once a year. Bringing with her bundles, of Holiday Cheer. So don't you worry; when you see her, you will know, Her hair is golden, Wings white as the snow, A dress made of velvet, a beautiful Christmas Red. Before I sent you this angel this is what I said… Tell everyone … Have a Merry Christmas! And a Happy New Year! May your days always be bright and filled with Holiday Cheer! Kimberley A Bradshaw

hmmm i really don't like poetry :(

I wrote this one in Itlian language and I tried to translate it in English for sharing....sorry if my English isn't good:) The sweet smiled of a baby warms up the heart lifts the soul and puts out the sadness. It is an incalculable gift that it is renewed to every a tender caress, to every bright full look of infinite love and gratitude. Thanks to you my sweetie for this precious gift, thanks for the bright delight that you radiate to my firmament, thanks to to be arrived to gladden mine small world, thanks to allow me of to look at all across your innocent eyes and laughing Thanks for your baby's splendid smile

here's a one i wrote... (comments are welcome) FALLING IN LOVE… You know you are in Love… When you see yourself smiling all day unconsciously…. When things you disliked, starts getting your appreciations…. When you wait for the first ray of sun to see him again…. When you start taking hour to dress up and get ready…. When you keep looking at the phone at intervals, to hear his voice…. When you say you don’t mind him talking with other girls but actually boils inside at heart when he does…. When your heart skips a beat when he touches you by mistake… When picking an outfit for a jog takes hours…. When you keep looking into the mirror for long hours…. When you heart rate increases as stands next to you…. When you cannot stop talking to him on phone for hours…. When you start eating food you never liked before, with him…. When you get up in middle of the night, dreaming of him…. When you feel that life is so perfect and that you are walking in the clouds…. When you would not mind to go an extra mile for him…. Love is when you realize that.... You want to spend the rest of your life caring for him…. You want to be near him no matter what…. You want to share both your happiness and worries with him…. You want to be the mother for his children… AND WHEN YOU WOULD NOT MIND WALKING AROUND THE WORLD BESIDE HIM, WITH HIS STRONG ARMS AROUND YOU…. Margaret Z http://www.riyamargaret.bravehost.com

I just love this one by, Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. The Road Not Taken TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5 Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, 10 And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. 15 I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. 20

The first time I saw you, I knew you were the one. There was no question in my mind, after having that much fun. There's just something about you, that I've never found before. And now that we're good friends, I find myself wanting more. I never thought it possible, to care for one so much. But everyday that passes, I long to feel your touch. To look into your eyes, would make my day complete, cause every time you look at me, my heart just skips a beat. Everything I'd wished for, every dream I'd hope come true, I never thought would happen, until the day that I met you. I know that your not ready, for the kind of commitment that I am, but for you I'd wait forever, there's nothing I can't stand. Although it hurts to know, that you don't feel the same as me, hopefully one day you'll realize, one day you'll wake up and see....

i am not thats gr8 in the poetry stuff..lot of guys here post some good poerty on that ..if thay made there own let me the first to apprecheate ur work..and i will also some of my unfinised work when i finish it :)..

All the love that history knows, is said to be in every rose. Yet all that could be found in two, is less than what I feel for you.

Hark to the cry of the seagull,He weeps because he's not an eagle, Suppose you were you silly seagull,What would you say to your she-gull.

i like pome

One of my favorites by 'Anonymous':"All To Myself"All to myself I think of you, think of the things we used to do, think of the things we used to say, think of each happy yesterday. Sometimes I sigh, Sometimes I smile, But I keep each olden golden while all to myself. And this is a humorous limerick I wrote -"The Tail of Larry"There once was a hippo named Larry who was known for his tail, which was hairy. He decided one day to blow it away with explosives he'd gotten from Mary. Now Larry was a big hippopotamus, but hairy tails, he wanted none of this! He went into a room, there was a big 'BOOM'... Now Larry the hippo is bottomless.:)

all ur poetry are very nice

Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship. Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word. Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life

Love Incomparable, unexplainable still it has an indiscernible power Love is the feeling surpassing distances, taking us everywhere I feel it in the morning freshness, With its fervent fragrance lingering all day around A look in the mirror, and I lose myself in the labyrinth of the loveliness Loveliness I would like to enhance, to gratify the one who is imagining me The smile that follows, full of coyness and love for the one who adores it A song my heart sings for the one who accepts the dedication And eagerly waits to hear the melodies of appreciation I entirely forget the distress, and muse On the significance and the intensity of each word I utter A plain reflection of the times spent together Leaves my eyes moist with tears, Tears of joy you may name But deep inside, I know that they verbalize How much I miss those days Even the simple thought of his being near Brings a mystical delight Distances no longer matter, As the love strengthens each day we stay apart. And in the profound word I strongly believe Love is not staying together and touching each other Love is staying apart and touching each others lives. It’s staying apart still feeling each other.