It was my past night
Country people were died
I was in the bay
In search of milky way
But I can't find a way
Like a bat in a day
She stands in the paradise
Looking with a pleasure sight
It was a dark night
She shines very bright
Like a diamond in the night
Like a stars which guide
She comes from the hight
And hugs me very tight
It is an ugly morn.
My beloved has gone
wonderful rhyme.... nice imagination, beautiful picturization of your affection. keep it up.... i liked the poem
Soothing sorrowful song this poem is! With a slight correction here and there it can be made into a perfect rhyming poem!
to me it seems she came to you in a midnight dream and disappeared right away for you to face another day
Mr. Sharma has pointed out the relevant errors and given you good advice on how to write better. An effective way of improving your English is to be a prolific reader of novels. Then you will significantly increase your vocabulary and sort of naturally know how a sentence should be structured. Spelling mistakes will then be a thing of the past.
Your poem is beautiful and has an ethereal feel to it. Keep writing....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
angel, skies, love, passion and desire. She comes from the hight And hugs me very tight It is an ugly morn. My beloved has gone and the sense of loss. a very good poem. thank you for your passion. tony