#poem Archives - Page 5 of 9

TOO LATE TO BE SORRY!

My hands were too busy grabbing stars,Rather wave at people passing by,Shake it for a second or hold in a

The last sentinel is the light that glows from withinThe only truth is the one that conscience knowsNot necessary an

Walking through the street of mansionsWhere shining light of name boards splashesWarning us there, “commoners are you “As if our

WORDSWORTH wandered lonely as a cloud,When all at once he saw a crowd,A host of golden daffodils. FROST said the

The storm that hit across the shore was vileNo word of truth or distance silenced its roarArmed from their hideouts

Fewer by fewer thoughts leaving the once heavy lifeComing out of a circled loop breaking a flower shaped seasonSaving a

A journey begins,at times,under the wrong sign board,A choice is inevitable in front of many paths,Winding roads or long stretches

Let us not buy many new things in haste,Recycle, reuse are alternatives to waste,By doing this a lot of energy

Like mist there covered a layerA layer that of concealmentOf all the miseries of this worldIn one frame of truthPinned

The uncertain life is a journey to a certain death,The journey is an admixture of bitter truth and brural lie,Glyde