A – Z poetry : “T”

One alphabet as a muse at a time. Here is “T”

TUSCANY

Tonight is the night of a knight

Triumphantly who fought as a brave?

Together with a small flock of soldiers

Through the dark nights and scorching days…

Testament in the pages of history

Told about a mighty ruler as a tyrant

Treated who his subjects with cruelty and dominance

Taming few under the influence of his riches.

tuscany

True dynamism people chose

The young knight as their leader to save

Taking a small army

Thoughtfully planning a strategy

Tact’s of war helped him win

Thirsty warriors breathed in peace

Tuscany spread its fragrance in air,

Twilight showed them a new destiny!

Guest post by Soumya. Must see her wonderful work..!!

A – Z poetry : “R”

One alphabet as a muse at a time. Here is “R”

An open invitation for poets to attempt to write with Y and Z as muses.
Leave a comment in case you’re interested, I’ll contact you – don’t post the poem in the comments ;)

revive

Reminiscing the days,

Remembering the one that got away.

Reason says, “It’s okay”,

Regretting is such a waste.

 

Remove yourself from yesterday,

Recognize your mistakes.

Recall it wont hurt you anyway,

Remind yourself of today.

 

Reality sinks in,

Rays of truth are blinding.

Radiates like the bright sun,

Revoking all evil.

 

Rebuild your life,

Restore your faith.

Reflect how you changed,

Rest assured that, you’re okay.

This is a guest post by Diana…you can see her blog here. Financial Advisor by day, an Artist by night, an Entrepreneur by heart, and a lover of Life – this beautiful, young and talented lady will you you off your feet with her words.

a heart not-so-strong

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Why is there a heart-break
Why there is a pain
Why is it, whatever I do
Goes away in vain..

It seemed all fine
I felt happiness was mine
Then suddenly what happened
With little miss sunshine..

Dark clouds all around
Peace is no where to be found
In and out side of me, I see
Fake life on ground..

Tears dry away one day
this pain, too will fade away
and maybe then I can begin again
some place where there is no night or day..

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