oh heart, you are so hard..
pulsate in a love and pump a love,
and suddenly became a source of malice and revenge?
oh love, you are so hard..
you let us fly so high with whom we love,
and you break us and let one of our to bleed untill death without mercy.?
oh night, you are so hard..
you let a lovers meets under your sky,
and let them talks about a nicest talk in a love.
and let him saw her face in your moon and stars..
then a leaving for each others...?
oh ADMONITION, you are so hard..
you are coming from a pure heart and a clean soul..
and to obtain from a hateful heart and solid soul..?
oh leaving, you are so hard...
when we lose a dearly loved, you make up for a forgetful,
but you return back to a past, when its a meeting date,
and kill us in a waiting..?
oh sleep, you are so hard...
you let a lovers meet in fancy and became a true
and suddenly became phantom, when we open an eye,
and then separate, cause of you...
oh pen, you are so hard...
you wrote a pains as a poem,
and describe pitiful as a lines,
to let a readers become a happy..
ohh my life its so hard.
Life is hard, but we can make it better ^-^. I myself am going through a hard time. Even i have to remind myself that it is ok. -Kat
There is a saying. “Life is hard. Then you die.” Your poem has a fatalistic element that I hope does not reflect your life. Good work.
A wise woman once told me that God never promised his faithful that life would be easy, only that it would be worth it. Still the trials and hardships of this life often leave us heartbroken and hopeless. You have done a fine job of getting your message across here, I really like the format of this poem. Very nice work! Blessings-TGR
Ahh this poem is so true. Although life is rough we must sail through it with flying colors. Nice Work. -Kathryn
I really like the format of this poem. Very nice work! .........
Being humans... such a paradox of being just ' humans' Our feelings traps us most of the times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, love is great and so assuring and so pleasurable and it means your life, until it turns out badly and it is like your heart has ceased to beat and the pain is unbearable.....yes and when we write about it it all comes upon us again, the pain. Very well written.