Villanelle
Story
When I reached home in the evening that mother told her story The wife had a glass of water in her hand that he also told his story And when I had just taken a glass of water from my wife, That the sisters also told their story father sitting in a corner I was smiling a little seeing all this that suddenly father spoke softly go eat food Rest, you must be very tired As soon as I heard this I looked at my father. It felt as if we both looked eye to eye. Told each other their story.
By Suraj poetry plus 3 years ago in Poets
Scars
The scars outside Are nothing compared to those on the inside The ones we use lies to hide Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
La Bella Rosa
These are a few words of love for my Muse. Without her I would not be here 🦋🌻🌹♎💜♉🌹🌻🦋Thank You, My Beautiful FlowerEach Day You're My InspirationMy Words Flow From This Love Of Ours🌹♎💜♉🌹Our Sweet Love Will Last ForeverYes, Filling Us With ElationThank You, My Beautiful Flower🌹♎💜♉🌹Love The Time We Spend TogetherThe Source Of All Our CreationsMy Words Flow From This Love Of Ours🌹♎💜♉🌹To Be With You, I'd Climb Your TowerTo Share Our Time, Yes Every SecondThank You, My Beautiful Flower🌹♎💜♉🌹Loving Minutes Will Become HoursIn Our Romantic FoundationMy Words Flow From This Love Of Ours🌹♎💜♉🌹Sharing Our Love, We Are So SureWe're Inspiring Such CreationsThank You, My Beautiful FlowerMy Words Flow From This Love Of Ours🦋🌻🌹♎💜♉🌹🌻🦋
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
