POEM FOR FRIENDS

Oceans apart buried under sandy shores, a rare pearl slept comfortably behind her walls. Fate must have been kind, for a common man like me, to stumble upon her shell. As I brushed away her debris, astonished - my eyes could not believe this beauty, revealed before me. Spellbound - I could not help but stare, stunned by the glory of her magnificence. As she took one step forward, unutterable sensations, took a hold of my emotions. Yet I remained motionless, overmastered by this majestic heavenly vision. And I could have sworn it was a dream, until the softness of her fingertips, graced the imperfections of my soul, and for the first time it felt perfect. All of a sudden it felt like we were floating, ascending towards a myriad of stars, with the moon guarding us silently. Stardust sprinkled with the sight of her smile - how fortunate was I, to celebrate this artistry. Her lips blossomed like flowers as they succulently c

I sit alone in the dark In the dark I sit alone Nobody sees me I see nobody Flowers, above My eyes have darkened to a color never seen before Forever closed! It Rains! It Rains! In this room, I've drowned too many times I remember cascades of water under my eyes My satin sheets wrinkle and cold I die and die every night No one sees the pain that kills me every day Wounds that reach 6 feet deep Lucid demons Bleeding wrist Scary dreams My mind is screaming ---Incomplete' Torn' Broken- Is how I live I'm alone- No one's around. My body's like a coffin Stiff in my own home.   ~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~ source: https://busy.org/@shahidkha/broken-suicidal-night

Your beauty is captivating, Your smile is the brightest, Your beautiful eyes is lovely, Your teeth are the whitest, But your heart is the purest, I just can’t stop loving you, You are my queen now and forever          by  davis macron   source: https://therightmessages.com/romantic-poems-about-love-for-her/

My love, I’m here Thinking about; the word love, It’s like a dream that can’t be achieved, You came into my world; and changed the whole idea of love and now I feel; love is the sweetest, Love is pure, Love is true, Love is holy, Love is selfless, I love you.                                                                                                                                by 👉 Davis Macron                                                                    source : https://therightmessages.com/romantic-poems-about-love-for-her/

Your kisses are fantasy, Your smile are the brightest, Your voice sound like a melody, Your soft lips are dream come true, And your heart is my greatest life gift , I love you forever more.        by 👉 Davis Macron  Source:https://therightmessages.com/romantic-poems-about-love-for-her/

The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine and fifty swans. The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings. I have looked upon those brilliant creatures, And now my heart is sore. All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight, The first time on this shore, The bell-beat of their wings above my head, Trod with a lighter tread. Unwearied still, lover by lover, They paddle in the cold, Companionable streams or climb the air; Their hearts have not grown old; Passion or conquest, wander where they will, Attend upon them still. But now they drift on the still water Mysterious, beautiful; Among what rushes will they build, By what lake’s edge or pool Delight men’s eyes, when I awake some day

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.      by Dylan Thomas

If you can keep your head when all about you    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,    But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster    And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings    And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve