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poet. He was one of the main figures of the second generation of romantic poets along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, despite his work only having been in publication for four years before his death.

Although his poems were not generally well received by critics during his life, his reputation grew after his death, so that by the end of the 19th century he had become one of the most beloved of all English poets. He had a significant influence on a diverse range of later poets and writers. Jorge Luis Borges

jacayl ku waa nolol dad waynaha ka dhax dhaca markaa jacayl lama mosi karo sidi maygu da aa muraad kugu dilaa

I write, but it will never be
As beautiful as a pond, cloud, or tree
Men can make wine with the aid of a grape
Honey is produced by a bee
Mother nature molds the elegance of flower
Poems are made by fools like you and me

Broken

So broken…
Used as a ‘token’, to manipulate…
Where was my better judgment to see my fate?

He chose me…
Did I fit the mold of ‘easy target’
when I shared my difficult journey with him when we met?

His smile won me…
The laughter in his eyes pulled me in
I’m certain he knew quite quickly that he’d win!

His tenderness filled me…
With just a touch, a hug, a kiss, I felt complete
Why, God…were he and I so very destined to meet?

His sarcasm hurt me…
It started as little ‘drips’ splashing in my head
But the droplets became full flow with all he said.

His tactics ‘trapped’ me…
His “I’m sorry” or “I’m just joking” became the norm
Yet as I cracked, I CHOSE to stay and began to take new form.

His wounds left scars…
Each burning deeper as my life began to burn
And soon his sister and his mother took their turn.

He made excuses…
All blame on me, it was my fault most times, you see…
because I was the one with so much insecurity.

He changed my mindset…
Somehow I loved this man with everything I am
Catering to his needs, not knowing it was a sham

He took my power…
With his web of lies and manipulative train of thought
I believe he never felt he would get caught.

He was unfaithful…
Not once, not twice, but more times than I could bear
Oh, God….why did I stay with him and give him my love and care?

He said, “I’m sorry”…
Every time and showed a face of true remorse
Yet in time, his infidelities and lies were back on course.

He really loves me…
In the only way his heart is able to love
But 7 years later, it was my PAIN that rose above

He wanted to change…
But this was after years of deception we called our life
And yet so damaged, I stayed true to being his loyal wife.

He was too late…
The damage to my soul was already done
His smiles at me no longer meant cherished fun.

He pushed me away…
It was so hard to gain the strength to finally leave
But I am strong, despite what my husband does believe.

He cried and pleaded…
And I joined him in our tearful fate
Wavering still in my decision, knowing in my heart, he was just too late

He let me go…
Yet I refused to cut him off so I could heal
I feared THE END of us would be the last emotion I’d ever feel

He kept on ‘dripping’…
Knowing just the words and tears to break me down
and EVERY TIME I had withdrawals and came around.

He changed my life…
In such a painful, sad and wrongful kind of way
And now I’m broken…my eyes have turned from sparkling blue to dreary gray.

He is my husband…
I’ve loved him from the moment that we met
and in the end, I refuse to live a life filled with regret.

He’s lost a treasure…
A heart that NEVER waivered or denied
a dedicated wife who continued to show pride.

He has no clue…
Just how painfully sad our lives will now be
each other’s laughter, now replaced with misery.

He wants to start over…
He swears he has become a new and better man
But I am broken and just not sure what my heart can still withstand

So very broken…
Although our demise has truly shattered my good heart
It’s now my time to heal and have a brand new start.

Wrote a new poem A Soldiers Lullaby would like to see what people think of it I am sure some people have members that it would relate to.

OBLIVION MODIFIED

Silence they say is golden and quite glittery
All it ever brings is pain and total misery
Everyone wants to be proved right
But none wants to be left out in love
A fresco of wasted dreams
A collage of aspirations cast in streams

Silence I hear is golden yet so deafening
I try to speak it’s always a squabbling
Really scared to disturb the peace
Tried to piece back one good piece
It was only a wink in the dark
The pendulum did not swing back
Watched love in profile take a dive
Settled with the ripples of lies and unlusty lives

Silence I see is golden and so so dazzling
Autumn’s child came cool and strong
A blink all green in me was gone
Oh! The peals of heart break and it stings
If I could detach my manhood and cry for a moment
If I could reach back and erase that moment
I walked up and said “how do you do”

Twice I loved thrice she lied
Can this justify my disposition?
Kindly lace my Valium with deprivian
Kindly deprive me of this oblivion
So I could wake up to you
Lay what is left on you
Time tells if these would all come true.

http://www.poemhunter.com/shania-bhayana/
must see this once..
hope everyone likes it :)

She wants me

A lovely rose kept with me
And thorns that stuck into my bone,
It becomes viral to heal the unknown roots,
Letting me weaker and narrowing the things being hold.

She wants me die on the vine loving her...

The infinite moves growing taller
And blocking my receptors to gather my senses,
This partially restrained me to isolate from the reality,
But it cuts my nerves nor feels anything yet I need morphine.

She still wants me die on the vine loving her...

My minds controls everything
And my heart believes on something,
Even i excreted totally from importantly nothing,
But my backbone that holds my strength extremely grieving.

She has it all and wants me die on the vine loving her...

The cells that connects is strange,
It binds me to keep me sicker and bitterer,
And carries no cure that is very much late to take over,
But the after effect of broken hearted continues to flicker.

She really wants me to die on the vine loving her...

There is something left that it haven't touch,
It is my soul that shows me hopes and lay me on my couch,
This is the finale of the road, even no clearer direction that much,
The end point has been rough to get over the mirror line of my past.

She wants and cursed me to die on the vine loving her...
Corleto Immanuel Delos Santos

a broken boy and lonely girl
now have eachothers heart
they took this leap of faith together
helpless from the start
both in love with misery
neither had a clue
the fire they were playing with
the damage it could do
blinded by the butterflies
sad theyll soon all burn
their beauty lost to headrtache
so much theyve yet to learn
the things they had in common
the ways they hurt and why
the way the two were broken
theyd both been left to find
the two were good at falling
in love and apart
neither one could stop it
helpless from the start
finally finding someone
that saw the broken view
loved you more because it
theyre pieced together too
once so wrapped up in eachother
what a shame to see
only pain now comes from hearts
that once brought such relief
everything about them now
was in the mists of change
how they loved the way they lived
not at all the same
bound by all that hurts them
not strong enough to run
they fan the flames around them higher
found hurts not so fun
no longer did they savoir
suffering in love
pain is pain all hurts the same
theyd finally had enough
neither very strong still broken from the past
they needed more then love to share
if they ever hoped to last
they both knew it was best
they spend some time apart
finally one was strong enough
he had to break her heart
the things they had in common
the ways they hurt and why
kept their love a tragity
the world around them died
neither one expected this
as much love as they shared
theyd let eachother fall so far
they were supposed to care
like the love that bound them
before they had a clue
their falling turned to dragging
still nothing could they do
even though it killed her
neither could deny
only bad they were together
" i love you but goodbye"
a broken boy and lonely girl
had broke eachothers heart
they took this leap of faith together
hopeless from the start
once in love with misery
now they had a clue
the fire they were playing with
the damage it would do
she knew without a doubt
before he ever left
his absence ripped her heart from her
left helpless to the thieft
lost all faith he had in her
nothing could he believe
his only choice to walk away
pushed be her deciet
so now know their story
im sure by now you see
the ways they hurt, and loved, and lost
a lot like you and me...

god blessed every one and he gave different talents fr all but the talent is hidden in every person... when a person who knws his talent and who make it very valuable they are the people have real talent. if any person couldnt able 2 find his/her talent then we r the path to find der talent make them in a right path.

every find talent from every one and say them to use it in a proper way then only we wil the grt role models.