Meriam Joseph

Rookie - 442 Points [Meri] (30/08/1999 / Kerala, India)

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Meriam Joseph is a 16 year old poet, who was born on August 30,1999. At the early budding stages of her poetic childhood, she took interest in writing poems about nature and about the different beautiful green shades of trees and about the cruelty towards Mother Earth. Later, her focus shifted to emotions like anger, depression and motivation- which are common to all human beings. Currently, she ... more »

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  • ''Nothing is impossible, certain things are just very difficult''
    Meriam Joseph
  • ''When you dream, dream the unimaginable, breaking all the laws of science, because that's the purpose of dreaming''
    Meriam Joseph
  • ''Poison heals poison''
    Meriam Joseph
  • ''Not a princess in a castle,
    We're caught up in the last battle
    And I'm the queen of my words, my thoughts
    The ruler, queen of my reality.''
    -Meriam Joseph
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  • Rookie - 266 Points Fer Basbas (6/27/2015 2:01:00 PM)

    Young mind, big ideas, gentle sounds; let that pen flood these pages with poems :)

  • Rookie - 442 Points Meriam Joseph (5/23/2015 11:11:00 AM)

    Thank you, for the wonderful comments. It's nice to know that people appreciate what you're doing

  • Rookie Stella Mary (12/30/2011 6:34:00 AM)

    Your poems are truely good...I loved all of them

  • Rookie Nizamettin Esen Haymanali (8/29/2011 9:54:00 AM)

    Literally marvellous verses for a little girl only 11 years old.

  • Rookie - 10 Points Simon Gowen (7/19/2011 4:09:00 PM)

    A very observant and grown up approach in your poems. Very nice work.

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Best Poem of Meriam Joseph

The Needles Of Time

The needles of time, it is so really right,
You can’t get it back, it just passes by.
When you’re in a rush, you find it slips by,
When you’re doing nothing, it always respites.

You can get it back,
But you need patience, of course,
To invent a time machine,
So you can fly through time.

Just count sixty seconds,
And you’ll find it very simple,
To write a lovely poem,
Of this very kind.

It’s not long, it’s just short,
That’s what you really say,
“Just five more minutes with the television”
You’ll switch it off that ...

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