i have written some poetry just for fun... i want suggestions about its quality... welcome critics...!!!
here is one piece of my poetry...
WHEN FATE IS REALLY SO TRUE...!!!!
look beneath deep, behind the covers,
of my painful heart, my tearing nerves,
all night i dream, hope a tranquil,
in the morning, animosity is all i find to nurse.
where worries trouble people, there,
who knows what animosity means,
oh yes! a hatred to those you love,
a revenge to the extent what my heart reigns.
people ask for more, that is that,
what i can't show, where i've no word,
i cant fight fate in such a war,
where blood is mine that i owe to my sword.
in the trackless journey of my life,
where i step forward, but look behind,
my past assures me no future,
my present asks me to go back, rewind.
i had burnt this flame, strengthened it,
i wanted to burn out my dull past,
but now my flame is dying out, for,
i'm short of oxygen, with my ashes to last,
now i understand what suicide means,
such a living hell, so desperate,
no one consents to what i mean,
so i turn back to resign, owe back to fate.
...
this is the narration...
i think my creativity is suffocating..!! please help my thoughts out..!!:)
here is one piece of my poetry...
WHEN FATE IS REALLY SO TRUE...!!!!
look beneath deep, behind the covers,
of my painful heart, my tearing nerves,
all night i dream, hope a tranquil,
in the morning, animosity is all i find to nurse.
where worries trouble people, there,
who knows what animosity means,
oh yes! a hatred to those you love,
a revenge to the extent what my heart reigns.
people ask for more, that is that,
what i can't show, where i've no word,
i cant fight fate in such a war,
where blood is mine that i owe to my sword.
in the trackless journey of my life,
where i step forward, but look behind,
my past assures me no future,
my present asks me to go back, rewind.
i had burnt this flame, strengthened it,
i wanted to burn out my dull past,
but now my flame is dying out, for,
i'm short of oxygen, with my ashes to last,
now i understand what suicide means,
such a living hell, so desperate,
no one consents to what i mean,
so i turn back to resign, owe back to fate.
...
this is the narration...
i think my creativity is suffocating..!! please help my thoughts out..!!:)