Suddenly, a volcano Appeared from her bed She was breathing heavily The burning debris inside her body was slowly burning the inside
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
The letters that are heard... The whispers of the dream in the mind of the listener The poems are unfamiliar The blankets of the mind of the listener
1. Three more steps—her toes kiss the tide’s brink, the horizon stitches sky to sea, a seam of blue mirroring her pulse. Butterflies ascend her ribs,
By LUCCIAN LAYTH2 years ago in Poets
The mud-covered mirror showed a distorted image.. Butterflies with their wings cut off They died by crashing.. In a narrow, sinful world
"What do you expect most from a woman, 'Love...? intercourse? " "Love that has been crossed with intercourse, " "Can't you be satisfied with love alone...? "
Once upon a time About time..... Good morning ... The greetings that come are very lovely...... Every day begins.... Like this...,,
Not every friend is a true friend to you!!!!! One of the harsh truths of life is realizing that not everyone you call a ''friend'' is really one.
Treat someone who left you as if they were dead... Then, for him/her, The love you had will not disappear... The hatred will not arise...
White shoes I caress them with love I apply the best gum to the damaged areas I rub them I knead them I slowly beat them with a small hammer
You are the one who obeys the law.. I will marry you, you silent flame.. I will not take off the clothes you have worn...
Another woman A cruel man did not deceive me He did not know about love My father did not comfort me He did not even ask me
The daily wage.... He is tall and handsome He has no shortcomings He is young He has good strength He does not have a proper
