Sometimes life is like a city. Everything is so busy and loud and you will find yourself trying to fit in somewhere. Sometimes life is like the sea. It is calm and beautiful and it will surprise you with its every wave. Sometimes life is like the desert. It seems unending, sad and depressing. Overall life is mysterious and also unpredictable but that is the fun of it.
Love,
Jan Velvet
I walked through the hills
That are taller than any will
The Italian air to fill
The wind made me shrink
My eyes somehow blinked
My heart seemed so big
I thought about the fig
That grew near the twigs
My eyebrows frowned
I watched the fields below
The sun shined like a crown
My mind seemed to allow
I look beyond to the sky
And smile so bright and wide
That my heart seem to fly
My happiness unable to hide
– Jan @jahnavigouri
Question: Hello dear writers and fellow poets. Do you think you will be able to write sad poems when you are happy or do you think your feelings are reflected on your writing? You can answer me in the comments below.
My heart has a hole
Now making me whole
It is the one you stole
At that time my life was a pole
Iron is darker than coal
My life seem like a doll
The thunder is taking its toll
But I am moving so tall
You call me a thief
As if it will give me any grief
You say things so brief
But it only make my belief
A loner at the sea
Somewhere my eyes can’t see
To the haters looking to me
I don’t believe whatever you say you see
Move forward faster than a blink
Give no time for the haters to think
Their words will fade faster than a wink
Then they will look at you and blink!
– Jan @jahnavigouri
I watched the night sky
My wings aching to fly
But then I remembered I have no wings
– Jan @jahnavigouri
My thoughts are roaming
My mind a cave
My speech improving
A penny I can’t save
The rain I am listening
My eyes becoming a lane
The night is changing
The moon I came to care
Slowly I am walking
Moving somehow ahead
Days are growing
Tears at night I shed
Many breaths we are taking
Leaving behind our den
Our land is now waiting
Where our destiny will somehow led
-Jan @jahnavigouri
What is beauty?
I still don’t know
What it gives you
Is well known though
What is beauty?
I asked them slow
The things we love
Their answers always grow
What is beauty?
A girl asked me
A shake of my head
Held the answer she need
What is beauty?
I asked to me
I still don’t know
My answer remains to be
– Jan @jahnavigouri
We watched the moving clouds
Like living in an ancient town
We played with the music loud
Like searching for the melody down
We knew when the branches bowed
Like playing with the leaves above
We took the stars with our vow
Like making a town below
They told we can no more play
But you came by everyday
They made the rules and prayed
Thinking we will stay away
We laughed and stayed at bay
Like the wind and shore at play
We looked at the stars that stayed
Then they knew we ran away
They thought they had won no pay
But they were injured we say
They thought we will slay
But we made the stars turn and play
-Jan @jahnavigouri
My life is moving
Like the wind on the shore
My days are growing
Growing with more hope
The night is laughing
Like the sea and the stars
The sunrise is waiting
Painting forgotten lands
The bridge of life drawing
A future no small
With chances I am walking
To lands that lie afar
My tomorrow is waiting
The present moving fast
For months I am hoping
For something to fall from the stars
-Jan @jahnavigouri
All my thoughts now staying at bay
I have no words now to say
All my hardwork no more pay
My hopeful mind seemed so away
Sleepless nights I now spent
My words always trying to defend
All my dreams now seem hopeless
A hope of tomorrow I hold nevertheless
People changing I change with them
Dreams flooding my heart a gem
All strikes brimming with colours like emblem
My mind still wander without a place to condemn
– Jan @jahnavigouri
Fanstasy: The king turned around sensing danger behind him, while the knight gave the witches their freedom.
Thriller: The car exploded behind him, while the inspector ran after the criminal.
Historical: Martin fled his home because the war killed his whole family.
Dystopian: The sky turned dark as the city burned to ashes and the rebels died in the blazing fire.
Young Adult: Marianna looked at her old friends and wondered how much they have changed since middle school.
■Riya
■And also You
Hope you will like my stories. Tell me which one is your favorite in the comments.
Love13Reading 