“How the hell did I lose that fight?” Was a phrase that I heard last night. My mate just could not win the match, He kept begging for COD to get a “patch”.
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Poets
He, She smiles, We,I, They smile, How warm the first smile is, how inviting the first sight is, how tempting the word is,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
we entered college with dreams aglow, New experiences beckoned Incredible new friends, their laughter and cheer, College life's embrace,
By S.K.V2 years ago in Poets
"I'm not sorry!" he screams, The little child Inside this 6-foot, 100-kilogram, 37-year old man, Takes over. Stubborn,
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
Sweet Tiffany There are so many words of comfort to offer you having met the kind, loving, thoughtful beautiful little glimpses of your inner soul
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
In the labyrinth of life, we sometimes stray, Where familiar paths fade to shades of gray. Lost in the whispers of the winding way,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Japan is renowned for numerous reasons, yet there exists a particular destination within the country that evokes awe and fascination. This extraordinary place happens to be an island, famously known as Rabbit Island. Situated a mere 50 km from Hiroshima, this island is referred to as Usagi Shima in the local language, signifying "rabbit island." As one sets foot on this island encircled by the sea, an enchanting sight unfolds before their eyes - rabbits and hares abound in every direction.
By A. Rahman2 years ago in Poets
In tender hours of youth's sweet haze, First love alights with gentle gaze. A whispered sigh, a trembling hand, In uncharted realms, we both stand.
In a room where minds ignite, A beacon stands, a guiding light. With wisdom's touch, and patience vast, A teacher's role, unsurpassed.
My Rendezvous with Life The treacherous waters of existence hail in their stride, As the beauty of sailing against the winds uproars in its ride.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Tit for tat. I find myself Struggling with loneliness But what cuts deeper Is that when You do find some people To share love, chatter and joy with
Head in my hands Sifting through the sand Of ruined unplanned events Nowhere to vent A shoulder lent Is a shoulder lost
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
