poema sonho

Yan Lan segue o desejo de sua mãe moribunda de esconder suas inúmeras identidades e viver uma vida discreta. Quem poderia imaginar que, uma noite, sua irmã Yan Xue tem um sonho sobre uma família rica em crise e, ao acordar, rouba seu amado e a força a ir a um encontro às cegas em seu lugar. Yan Lan: Vá para o encontro às cegas imediatamente, o par é o príncipe do círculo de elite da capital. A irmã espera e espera, esperando que Yan Lan siga seu antigo caminho e se torne uma esposa abandonada de uma família rica, mas finalmente ela recebe notícias... Tarde da noite, Yan Lan volta para casa após uma briga. O antigo amor verdadeiro: Irmão, estou com dor de estômago, você pode vir me ver? O novo príncipe mais rico: Bloqueia e exclui de uma vez, não me perturbe enquanto arrumo minha pequena bolsa para dormir no chão na casa da minha esposa!

Just some random poems I think up.

A collection of random poems.

The poem's that I've either written myself or that I admire and want to share with the world.

The collection of the poem is written by me. Most of the poems may have inspiration from my day-to-day life whereas others are just my thoughts. The inspiration of the poem may or may not have the influence of other poets but I tried my best to portray my feelings. Hope you will find these poems interesting. Rest assured, I will post them as I am not a poet in any sense. I just like to play with words. So, I hope you like it. The cover page is not mine.

Where I write my poems whenever inspirations strike, or when I'm procrastinating. Special thanks to Lonelytree for the cover design.

The poems that I write for my girlfriend

When Inchara and Amit, two painters and lovers whose Writer has stopped writing their story, beg Writer to give their story and end after having repeated the same day for year; the Writer gives them the only conclusion he could. As pages from the story that could've been, are torn by the Writer; they find a new master who paints words in such a way that even the Writer becomes part of a chaotic world where he has to face all the characters he has written, and stories he had written as drafts become one singular reality. In the end... who would take control? To what end? One thing is for sure. In the end it is always-always-always-always-always-always-always-always-always-always-always... ------------------------------------------------- - Updating every Thursday - Most chapters will have at least one poem whose start will be specified with ""

Poem I was forced to write for English Class

I truly enjoy writing poetry and I have done a lot of poetic artworks in the past - I feel like it would be magical to share it! I didn't know much about poetry at the start, but then when I got lured by the magics of it - I was trapped. It's exactly like story writing, but in a rhythmic style. I guess it's the notion of - you don't know what's ahead of you unless you try. PS: These are scattered, individual poetry in one book. They're generally really short and take a few moments to read. They all contain different genres and are all different styles of poetry.