A one with whom I vent my feelings and express affection,
Not only emotions but knowledge and assets,
She who recites in the heart is apart from others,
Every joke is more funny ,
When she is around,
And if she isn’t there my heart becomes saddened and dull,
She might not be a neighbor nor a family folk,
But a sweet companion who resides in me,
And can be a part of my life,
I will never leave you ,
Writing is the most creative art to do…writing is interesting to read too , many of us love too read, I too like to read many books 🙂
Books are sometimes can be the expressions and feeling of an author and seldom their thoughts and imagination and a thinking of a character in another pint of view.It is pretty cool to have such an invention in the modern era which makes a person feel better by expressing their feelings and your creativity gets established . what books do you read ? Can you name the author of Puss in Boots?
Poems are an easy way to display our creativity from our soul within :)…
Can you write a poem about this ?
Wonderful it is that we can describe our feelings through writing . And that may be the reason why many write diaries , journals and more . I hope that all of you friends to express your creativity in a very good manner ,and one brilliant way is a poem …… 🙂
of a flower that never needs
Water, soil, or sunshine?
A flower that stays in full bloom
Through summer and winter
Through good times and bad
A flower that rarely gets smaller,
A few lost petals,
A little droop,
but, without a doubt,
it will always regrow
into something more beautiful.
I have one of those.
I call it Love
hi friends ,
i just wanted share a poem about school !
i sit like a rock ,
before the exam ,
i run like a clock ,
the day before the exam ,
i sleep like a giant ,
after the exam ,
i talk like a radio ,
when exam results are given ,
i eat like a lion ,
during the holidays ,
i prepare my self
as the fresh term lays ,
i hurry myself to the school bus ,
on the the school days.
When summer reach us ,
there are balmy beaches ,
and rich ripe peaches ,
And ………No teacher to teach us !