Relationships and Love
(3/1/2015 12:04:00 AM)
If he knows that my love is eternal
and not like a quid pro quo conditional,
may be he would have been there
to have those moments of care.
If he knows that I said him to go
As I don't wanted him to be slow
in a life of his, with umpteen dreams
and millions of evergreen hopes.
If he knows that I am on the dusky road
where we parted, remembering that I was loved
With all essence of womanhood, gently cared
in the hope that you will come back
and my love and life will be ensured
your affection and care, a smile assured.
Paraphernalia of loneliness is sagacity,
Gracefulness of erudition of agony,
Acceptance of infelicitous neglect,
Absorption of memories into heart
Chiseling them into soulful music
With the patience of futility.
(2/28/2015 11:58:00 PM)
I have written few poems which reflects on the notion of love from the viewpoint of a teenager, a matured person and people who had to go through that loneliness after a break up.
Muhammad Sarim Ashrafi
(2/21/2015 3:40:00 AM)
plz read my poem..
a good love poem
(1/24/2015 2:14:00 AM)
We've got this gift of love, but love is like a
precious plant. You can't just accept it and
leave it in the cupboard or just think it's
going to get on by itself. You've got to
keep watering it. You've got to really look
after it and nurture it.
(1/24/2015 2:10:00 AM)
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in relationship I believe that two people are connected at
the heart, and it doesn't matter what you
do, or who you are or where you live;
there are no boundaries or barriers if two
people are destined to be together.
(1/23/2015 7:10:00 AM)
relationships as well as love are actually the best feeling in the world but when it is hurting someone then its the most hated feeling and thing ever, especially when having an argument or losing some that you love, the other person is gone and you have to learn to move on.
Zoila T. Flores
(1/18/2015 10:54:00 AM)
Very romantic and yet inspiring. Good job
Muhammad Farhan Ahmed
(1/12/2015 1:26:00 PM)
Read and comment on my poem on
Golden And Red
The lustre in her eyes tiffany blue
Is as subtle as a miry leaf's dew
Her velvety, arrow-straight hair
Dance charismatically in the air
Her rosy lips, her dove-white face
Spellbinds e'ery fellow, who gaze
Her glitz, her beguiling beauty
She hears her praises in deep glee
She's a bumptious beauty queen
A proud peacock, vain and mean
For she treasures her enticing flair
A lover's words but to her are mere
Kayode Peter Ogunleye
(1/11/2015 12:02:00 AM)
our innermost idea of people and people focus, attract our relationship status....
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