Treasure Island

Vishal Sharma

(10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

A poem that put my heart on fire


You make words and they immortal
you are trying to adjust this world in a bottle
and you are penning so beautifully days
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  • Don Nguyen (6/16/2013 2:05:00 PM)

    Beautiful Vishal, and so sorry for my late coming. Keep it up, your feeling in sensual and full of emotions. Your expression is so true, need more images and colorful metaphors but don't overdo it. One way to do it is using the simple daily things so your reader don't even notice anything usual until they finish your poem. Repeat words with the same meanings to put it on notice on fire. I don't follow any rule, never read a book on poetry or rules of poetry, just read a few poems on this site to realize, yes, I belong here and I can contribute!
    I really don't like to comment on poetry because I think is of poor taste and because I love you all. Every poem except the vulgar or hate I love, all.
    I will be your faithful follower for days or months to come, I don't know for how long my resource runs out. it is a mission right now, but hopefully it is not endless.

    Peace, (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (6/16/2013 11:59:00 AM)

    Because when desire speaks it burn the hearts, heat of fire that never equal...when someone steal you as a lover_Soul (Report) Reply

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