War
I am weak losing strength, like losing blood
but the scene just drags on no one sees me.
I am unnoticed and as the picture fades away.
I'm covered with a touch, a healing touch.
I look at the face, the kind kind face smiling down at me.
I extend a hand but it never reaches its destination.
About this poem: I wrote it last night and its set in Afghanistan when someone's been shot and everyone's busy fighting so they don't notice him and then he sees the অ্যাঞ্জেল of death in front of him and then he dies before he can touch it.
Dedicated to the soldiers of Afghanistan.
I am weak losing strength, like losing blood
but the scene just drags on no one sees me.
I am unnoticed and as the picture fades away.
I'm covered with a touch, a healing touch.
I look at the face, the kind kind face smiling down at me.
I extend a hand but it never reaches its destination.
About this poem: I wrote it last night and its set in Afghanistan when someone's been shot and everyone's busy fighting so they don't notice him and then he sees the অ্যাঞ্জেল of death in front of him and then he dies before he can touch it.
Dedicated to the soldiers of Afghanistan.
Last Love
Your হৃদয় is breaking,
waiting for a rose to bloom again,
hoping your হৃদয় wounds will heal,
Not knowing that it can't.
আপনি cry out in pain but no one can hear you.
About poem: I wrote this poem Saturday night(AKA yesterday) Its about someone who was being abused দ্বারা their girl/boyfriend then she/he dumps them and their alone on the রাস্তা and no one will hear cause their minds are full of hate and ignorance, they ignore the hurt person and let them scream out in pain.
(If this poem disturbs u plz message me and I'll মোছা it অথবা put............well i don't know)
Your হৃদয় is breaking,
waiting for a rose to bloom again,
hoping your হৃদয় wounds will heal,
Not knowing that it can't.
আপনি cry out in pain but no one can hear you.
About poem: I wrote this poem Saturday night(AKA yesterday) Its about someone who was being abused দ্বারা their girl/boyfriend then she/he dumps them and their alone on the রাস্তা and no one will hear cause their minds are full of hate and ignorance, they ignore the hurt person and let them scream out in pain.
(If this poem disturbs u plz message me and I'll মোছা it অথবা put............well i don't know)
Pain Of Secrets
দিন দ্বারা day, your corrage
fades and the mask falls
off your face.
People start to notice
and ask if your ok,
the আরো they ask
the আরো আপনি sulk
your heading for a cliff.
Your hurting yourself,
your such a disgrace
and আপনি should never
have excist.
আপনি collapes at school
from all the pressure,
people say its from all
the leasure.
Tear drop hits the floor.
আপনি stand at a bridge
and look at the road
below.
Walking forward,
someone tries to stop
you,
আপনি turn around and
there stands the
man of your dreams.
He brings আপনি close
and hugs আপনি saying
its going to be okay.
দিন দ্বারা day, your corrage
fades and the mask falls
off your face.
People start to notice
and ask if your ok,
the আরো they ask
the আরো আপনি sulk
your heading for a cliff.
Your hurting yourself,
your such a disgrace
and আপনি should never
have excist.
আপনি collapes at school
from all the pressure,
people say its from all
the leasure.
Tear drop hits the floor.
আপনি stand at a bridge
and look at the road
below.
Walking forward,
someone tries to stop
you,
আপনি turn around and
there stands the
man of your dreams.
He brings আপনি close
and hugs আপনি saying
its going to be okay.
King Of Evil
Blood trickles, rain pours
lightning strikes at your door.
আগুন burns, children scream,
even আরো pain as it seems.
Sun hides, darkness shows,
as the king evil grows.
His army growing stronger and stronger
and your living a life of danger.
They patrol the street
looking for something
to eat.
If they smell you,
you'd better run.
About this poem: This poem is about people living in fear and a bad magician who calls himself king and tries to feed his ভালুক army (sounds alot like narnia)
:P
:)
:D
XO
:O
Blood trickles, rain pours
lightning strikes at your door.
আগুন burns, children scream,
even আরো pain as it seems.
Sun hides, darkness shows,
as the king evil grows.
His army growing stronger and stronger
and your living a life of danger.
They patrol the street
looking for something
to eat.
If they smell you,
you'd better run.
About this poem: This poem is about people living in fear and a bad magician who calls himself king and tries to feed his ভালুক army (sounds alot like narnia)
:P
:)
:D
XO
:O
