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I don’t want to die. And I’m no coward. But sometimes I think if there was a choice that i could make about how I die, then I’d say it should be peaceful. Maybe while I’m sleeping. Or maybe I’m just a little conscious, just enough to see my soul slipping away to the new...

The flames would riseAnd burn youLike the shadows of the sun Through the sleepless NightsLike some never ending tale And the Days so heavyThat every single dreamcrushed underneath A little ashesIf you look aroundStill lefthalf burnt, half demolished Do not hesitateTo pick them upAnd continue walking.

I lie under this treeA little moonlight shining throughAnd I waitAs they come for me My nerves all settle downA little consciousA little senseless It’s not being longMy hands were fullAnd my soul satiated Before the storm of the darkHit me through And this journey of mineis very similar to many othersI conquered in the...

“The World Is Too Much with Us” is a sonnet by the English Romantic poet William Wordsworth. In it, Wordsworth criticises the world of the First Industrial Revolution for being absorbed in materialism and distancing itself from nature.

How does it feel, when you don’t have your loved one near you?

“Alone” is a 22-line poem, originally written in 1829 and left untitled and unpublished during Poe’s lifetime. The original manuscript was signed “E. A. Poe” and dated March 17, 1829.

“Alone” is often interpreted as autobiographical, expressing the author’s feelings of isolation and inner torment. Poet Daniel Hoffman believed “Alone” was evidence that “Poe really was a haunted man.”[3] The poem, however, is an introspective about Poe’s youth,[4] written when he was only 20 years old.
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I wrote this poem for one of my friend who’s going through a rough patch. Time keeps changing and we just need to focus on what we can do to deal with a particular situation, instead of thinking about the things which are not under control. And even more important, don’t forget your own worth because of what other people say.

A simple rhyming poetry for kids that they can dedicate to thier teachers.
Happy Teachers Day !!

No matter how far, you are still under the same stars. Then, why would Distance matter?