My poem " [link=http://goo.gl/O9ZxE]Kid, stand on your own [/link] " was published on 06-Mar-2011. Now, I'm surprised to see that this poem has been receiving many views per day recently.
This is my version in poetic form of Good Friday - The greatest Friday in all History .
A unique method for charging people that waste your time.
Years ago it was just men that would work as a Butler, now though, women too can join in.
A book review about Audrey Niffenegger's book: The Time Traveler's Wife.
A mom is much anguished in her pregnancy. She is waiting for the fruit of her great love. She dreams a lot about the unborn baby. Anguished in body and mind she waits for the day of delivery. The anguished mom pours out her heart.
About the conflicts inside an Independent Heart that she's too afraid to open, questioning constantly. She pleads with herself, or with him... So suddenly she is not who she was.
I have experienced and seen many many things in my short life, and put them to paper in the form of poetry, to inspire people and to provoke thought.. Read, learn, and enjoy
He stalked her and bided his time before he made his move.
"Next to the spring rock Thyrsa waits, and recreates her wedding feasts;" A poem about eternal love.
In India, when a litre of petrol sells at almost eighty rupees, the demand is limitless. Read on to find more about the woes of a teenager who gets caught in the frenzy of buying petrol!
Waiiting for love, waiting for something, waiting for everything, waiting for life
I've been temporarily out of the Wikinut circulation and have missed a lot. I realized I can no longer prolong my absence as I am longing to write once again.
A lament for those who will know what I mean Is it possible that there is the right one A dear soul on this earth who will be my own To stay in one place, never ever to roam.
I feel like I am always waiting - in a line - waiting for something. Do you feel the same way?
This article is about spending our waiting time in an useful way
Simple poem to be read and understood, no complexities of words when feelings flow from the heart.
i m a lawyer & a lawyer saying this, should mean something....wrote this one in the early days of my litigation (sometime last year) on a dull sluggish day at the court, while minutely observing things and people around me.
Waiting patiently to meet my soulmate (again). I will know him when I see him.
I have been standing still much too long. I am ready to sprint into my future. A change is coming - I can feel it!
Not all seeing is believing but when things vanish into thin air, one can't help but to think that there is more than meets the human eye.
Discussing on how much of our lives we waste waiting for things, especially in our cars.
A poem about the difficulty of waiting and wanting the wait to be over
Destiny - which decide life of a person to some extent.
I wrote this poem for my two kids. They have grown up but they care little to read my poetry. I know one day they will appreciate my feelings. Please write your comments. I want to know whether the kids are same around the world, when they are born and as they grow up.