Passion

Come what may, I will love you til’ the twelfth of never

I shall stay by your side never leaving...

How do I describe the silence with you
Without a single word emotions are new
And then we...

If we didn’t pen our poetry, I wonder what on earth we would do?

Sit staring out into space...

We are the poets on the Passion of Poetry

Life’s living legacies locked in a treasury

...

Tearing my soul of damnation among the dark of heart
I feel my ribs spreading wide so that it can...

In these familiar four walls are my living rooms

One would recognise those odours from my...

I stare at this blank, bright white screen

Spick and span, spotless and perfectly pristine...

I loved you then, but then, you knew that
didn’t you ..
Oh’ yes, indeed I did, every single...

Man is constantly building upon
His love of truth
And his desire
To communicate that...

A poet is just a person like any other

He or she may be a Mother or a Father, or indeed a sister...

Dear angel in the sky above
hear my prayers,
Hear my cries,
take away my pain,
...

I fill my life in verses with my moving fingers, holding my pen

I write from amidst wholesome...

She loved his fore ..
He loved her aft ..
She loved his rise ..
He loved her...

The day has been so busy and the night will seem so short
I feel so sleepy as I lay my head upon my...

My digits fidget, inches above a blank white page

A thumb and two tall fingers pinches my pen,...