When a river of agony spills out as tears And none to quell with a comforting word, Lines of worry drawn across my mind and soul Wish someone could erase it with a single stroke. My search grows feeble and
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The moon wore a gown with shades of grey instead of its usual silvery attire that night. Pramila twitched nervously, wishing that at least nature could have shown her some mercy. The blaring horn sent her nimble feet scurrying to
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The Puente form has three stanzas with the first and third having an equal number of lines and the middle stanza having only one line which acts as a bridge (puente) between the first and third stanza. The first and
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I look at you from the shore with tear-filled eyes O mighty ocean! Where is thou strength that all defies? I can hardly feel your joyful gurgles and youthful grace, The shy, soothing touch or the tall, majestic face. I
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It was 9 a.m. Ten-year-old Nyonika was busy playing ‘Guns and Booms’, her favourite game, on her mother’s iPad. “Nyonika, come quickly, have your breakfast,” her mother’s voice rose irritably with every passing minute. She couldn’t stand Nyonika’s self-damaging behaviour.
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I thought I could never get my poem done Without adding some sanguine fun, Till I came across great poets, masters by birth Who wrote soulful verses, sometimes devoid of mirth. The lasting impressions intensified into a lump in
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I read your diary. First, I felt a strange sense of unease holding it. You never let anyone touch it. The nervousness still clings to me. Still, I wanted to feel you and listen to you. And it was overpowering!
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What a wondrous sight we get to see! As the river gushes excitedly to meet the sea, Sometimes, it pauses to take in a waterfall And then flows unflinching over gorges and galls. Meandering through grasslands and meads, Never
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Hear! What they say untold From dingy darkness and abysmal depths Where suppressed sobs unfold, A story hidden in muffled breaths. Feel! Their skin, black and blue Yet, lashing out at the tyrants, Who created brave hearts and have
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Tricube As the name suggests, a Tricube consists of 3 stanzas; each stanza has 3 lines, and each line has 3 syllables. It can be based on any theme/subject. Non-Rhyming. I do not Like to look At the past. It
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