Poems Collection

The monuments, the scriptures,
And the ancient pictures,
Made by early men
They drew with the pen.
Slowly, slowly the time passed,
And India shook with a blast.
When the Mughals ruled…
Yes! for so many years they ruled,
They built many monuments,
Which received 100s of good comments.
The “Taj” is great,
And great is its fate,
That it lasts till date!!
It is one of the seven wonders of the earth,
Oh! around this it Qutub Minar also took birth!
Now we take another topic,
And start thinking about its logic.
The Gitanjali by Tagore,
Made the people say “Once More”!
The Indian culture is very good,
India gives us such a tasty food!
It’s only a trailer,
To see the whole
You need to become a sailor.
Explore the real age!
The Indian Heritage.

This poem was written/submitted by surbhi batra.

I live in a city which is known to be green
And also clean.
But is it really clean??
By the rising population,
Thus, increasing a lot of pollution.
The rapidly growing of factories,
And the frequent abolishing of trees,
Does it help to spend our life in peace?
Now listen, listen, listen,
Listen to my crucial warning,
That prevent Global Warming.
If global warming increases, our life-time decreases,
But if it decreases, our life-time increases.
It will vanish the air,
And break the ozone layer.
Which in turn we will be killed in sake of water & air,
So, if you want to be alive,
And don’t want to wear oxygen cylinders for your life,
Then please, please, please,
Plant trees!
Think about my warning and
Prevent global warming
Before it is too late,
That you and me start to hate,
By acting upon my advice,
You would see cities,
Which would be clean and green.

This poem was written/submitted by surbhi batra.

I’m so angry about being angry.
I’m so mad about being mad.
I’m so frustrated about being frustrated.
I’m so tired of being tired.

All the confusion, all the frustration, all the stress!
Makes me sick, makes me mean, makes me depress!
All the anger, all the madness, all the pride.
Makes me hurt, make me weak, makes me hide.

I’m so angry about being mad.
I’m so mad about being angry.
I’m so frustrated about being tired.
I’m so tired about being frustrated.

What shall I do? I rage, I cry, I moan.
What I see true? That darkness is home and that I’m alone.
What shall I do? Write, sing, dance with joy.
What I see true? That inside I’m a misfit, thrown away little angry boy.

I’m so angry about being angry.
I’m so mad about being mad.
I’m so frustrated about being frustrated.
I’m so tired of being tired.
No joy! I’m just a angry little boy!

This poem was written/submitted by Chris B.

As my pen rests on this paper to write,
All am thinking is a way to stop this fight,
It turns out my mother was right,
She warned “My daughter, leave him this very night”.

I should have listened and not forsaken her advice,
If I could go back I wouldn’t think twice,
Now look at me in such a mess,
I think its high time I confess,
Though it has come too soon,
Its not that early for its now half past noon,

This is my confession:
Am sinking in the ships of emotions,
Don’t know who is willing to give me directions,
I know the girls will say am just craving for attention,
But the truth is that I just need protection.

This poem was written/submitted by Sedina Nunekpeku.

I don’t think you realize how much I miss you,
Seeing your face, your wonderful smile,
Hearing your voice every day,
Suddenly gone,
In the same flash that brought you into my life,
I will never be the same,
You have become a part of me that no other friend could fill,
Broken apart,
You have taken a piece of my heart,
You have helped me in so many ways, I doubt you know the half of it,
Even just a few words about nothing in particular,
and I never really got to say goodbye.

This poem was written/submitted by tim braden.

Am writing till tomorrow,
To really see if my life was borrowed,
Sure enough I would like to hide my sorrow,
If I got to find out it was really borrowed.

Life indeed is a short journey,
But it requires a lot of penny,
To make it more merry,
Nevertheless we all have to make an effort,
To live our life the best way we could afford,
Making sure we don’t attach any strings or cord.

Get me out of here! This is what I always say when am tired of living this way,
I bow my head in dismay,
And wait patiently for another day,
But it seems the other day, is no better than yesterday.
It turns out to be the same,
Oh life!, I don’t wanna play this game.. ever again.

This poem was written/submitted by Sedina Nunekpeku.