Peaks painted white, Below the gallant purple clouds,
snow fields patched with green trees,
...
On a dark red purplish eventide,
A white lily stood with its elegance
...
Hammered with sorrows wen i was alone,
creamed with joy wen i was with my second love,
...
Black tinted clouds were ready to spill,
Bold thunders reminded the times of fright like never before,
...
Some wiped the dark spots in the moon with their tears
when they started loving love,
...
I'm a Student pursuing my mechanical engineering(final year) I started writing poem because of a girl to be honest.love made me to write poems.. My favorite quotes is, 'the cave you fear to enter holds the treasure yo seek' I follow the above...)
Into The Wild
Peaks painted white, Below the gallant purple clouds,
snow fields patched with green trees,
withered leaves meandering in the rough wind,
And I'm roving alone on the road.
I'm Alexander supertamp June 1992
clouds hiding behind peaks slowly,
the voice of the wind touched my ears like a melodic line,
I saw, a Big river coursing tardily
and a lonely road weaving a route.
I'm into the wild
I'm off the land
I'm into the woods
My paths asked me truth, nothing else
but my past told me something else
i walk alone to the ending in obscurity,
In search of eternal verity.
Rivers to paddle,
And Roads to waddle,
Moonless nights to await,
And stunning seasons to bait.
The orange clouds,
The evening sunshines,
The skying birds,
took me to the buried memories.
Sopped in roaring rainfalls,
mooning about my path always,
where I've been feeling warmth,
And where i found truth.
I'm into the wild
I'm off the land
I'm into the woods
Snow poured like rain some-days
I've been tramping through grass-fields
playing with horses..
sporting with rivers..
And tattling to birds and big mountains..
I heard guitars soaring
like the sound of the wild
I'm starving
No game in the wild......
A life without prospects....
A life without reason....
A ultimate freedom...
happiness in isolation...
'The midnight moon
A solitary sail
the euphony of wind
the evening seashore
And the flavor of thundering rain'
take man to ecstasy....
I love not man the less, but nature more
'the pith of life lies in nature not in love'(sometimes)
(inspired by lord Byron)
Really enjoy reading all of your poems, especially Hail in my Heart