Biography of naida supnet
If I could only write everything that comes my mind everytime a thought comes, I would. I have always wanted to write, I think it is a very amazing act, or job or whatever is the right word to call it.Writing poetry is a very intelligent way of expressing oneself.
naida supnet Poems
In all her splendor she shines In all her glory she charms With all her beauty she's poised With all her grace she's composed
I feel sick-the feeling one feels when he has a fever The same anxiety, ill-mood, and very sober I feel numb-as the fever triggers inch by inch Making me worried, I need a pinch
When you can't hold back the tears From streaming down your face The rain comes to the rescue Saving you from appearing blue.
If You Find A Woman Sexy
If you find a woman sexy That is because she is brainy She can charm you with her wit Your intelligence she can meet
I thought of EvE, when ADAM trusted her They were both banished, became so unpure But they have made it, and mankind began You and me here we are, we owe them one.
The Same Moon
As I stare at the moon above Can't help but to feel sad That I am admiring it alone Admiring the beautiful moon.
Artemis And I
She is my favorite, goddess so great She and I are friends, in my mind I create I will be her companion in her hunting spree We will chase in the wilds, the woods maybe
Did You-I Did
Did you ever try to shout To the top of your lungs Till you run out of breath The tears show your fears?
You Are In My Silence
Cold as death that's what silence means Numb and dark always sad scenes But when you came all the closed garden gates Are filled with music the sadness melts.
Every Poet's Vision
Alone under a tree, a vision comes to me People will look at me, with satisfaction I can see I will smile back at them, whoever they may be Until we smile all along, smiling happily
S H E R W I N S.
Let me keep you in my heart So we will never part Allow me to whisper you name It keeps my feelings aflamed.
My husband's funny antics My son's cute gimmicks My husband's roaring laughter My son laughs after
Waiting means more cups of coffee and more late at nights, counting the stars and savoring the moonlight.
Everything Will Rhyme
When you put a face When you wear a smile That couldn't be erased Even just for a while
There she goes again, calling Daniel it’s ten pm
Has been shouting and talking, has been asking them
Have they seen her dear boy, who has been missing
But to no avail, they have been staring
Every morning every day, with her hair all a mess
She’ll start with the old man, absorbed in his chess
If he had seen her Daniel, her angel a young kid
But no he did not, he’ll tell her if he did