Lady at the Door | Poetry
There was a knock. Soft — like someone unsure if they should be there. When I opened the door, she stood beneath the dim sky.
There was a knock. Soft — like someone unsure if they should be there. When I opened the door, she stood beneath the dim sky.
I sat beneath a hazy moon, its silver light pouring over me like memory. The night was still— not the kind of stillness that feels empty, but the kind that holds you gently, asks you to listen. The only sounds were the hush of turning pages, the soft psithurism of trees telling stories in the Read more…
My cheeks were red, Lips felt dry. Romantic love poems filled my head, I was smiling — I don’t know why. When his eyes found mine, Time froze in a hush. A spark lit up the line — And I just knew: he was my first crush.
I’ll go to the shop, Buy myself some cheerful joy, Both laughter therapy and deep sorrow, So heartfelt feelings stay near. With buying true happiness on my mind, I’ll leave no deep emotions behind.
Locked away in silence, unspoken emotions, secrets we keep. Words that we cannot bring ourselves to say, Echoes of the past, that won’t go away. Words that catch in the throat, Emotions hard to express, trapped inside the mind. Tears that fall without a sound, Hurt that circles all around.
‘I’ll wait for you,’ you said While I tied my shoelace We lost the race But our friendship earned first place. ‘I’ll wait for you,’ you said When I pushed you And stormed out of the room And left you in the gloom.
My dress was flowing with the breeze And the leaves were dancing in the trees The sky was kissing the sea And the waves were singing for me.
I was wandering to unwind From the chaos of life Finding reasons to smile. But everything changed When I met a little girl dancing under a tree Smiling carefree Her face was beaming with glee As I stood there admiring her.
We are not as white as snow For we are the earth on which the flowers grow. We are wrapped in autumn While our souls dance in blossom.
We are all made of dreams We all want to touch the sky And find our ‘why’ But we have our excuses For one, the sky is too high Or the laws of nature are a complete lie.