The birth of victory is a personal responsibility. Sometimes luck evades you, but what matters most is your next step. You should strive until you get what you deserve. Bruises, dirt, and blood are inevitable, but the crown rests on the head of the one who strives honestly and consistently.
For supremacy of words, my wish was strong
My solo strength was weak, had to hunt brilliancy for a hold
The fountain was within, yet too distant for a rapid sight and grasp
The strife took all summer
Across the horizon, I familiarized
In majestic libraries, I frequented
In deserted hilltops and riverbanks, I dwelled
But had I traveled to the soul?
The push and pull caused a scare
I spent time doing a stare
It was a grand nightmare
Folks labeled me doctrinaire
I trembled because of age, the wounds of past strife
And the memories of memories made in the dense pine trees
Today, the knife of dreams rests on my palm,
Sharp, strong and stain free and I am ready to make the first incision.
I had a class fellow who was very rude to me and day by day my dis likeness for her increases but one day she was talking to my teacher and i sit next to her and she was just like me..i asked her that why she don't talk to people on which she said that because i never found someone who is like me but you are kinda my type and i really love talking to you so i wrote a poetry about her!.
There’s power in words. Right now is the right time.
This poetry describes how i fight the queen of love, and she snatches all my hatred and throws it away, leaving me with a mere lovely heart..