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The Rhythm of Rain
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The Rhythm of Rain

Walking with the splash of sadness Thunder screams out my name. And I can hear the rhythm of Rain with A breeze of sweet emotions Trying to hide my misery from the darkness But the rain just poured me. I am standing with my broken pieces, Rain, you wrapped my bitter tears in your blanket. Your Mixed love is just falling on my face, Thunder spark, but I am still here to feel your adoration Rain, please hide me from the mass world. The shade of clouds are shedding tears of my lost But Rain, I can still feel Your rhythmic beat is in my core. My soul is a sage moan and mixed with mournful rain. This drop of Rain just rifling my destiny And Wind just blew My fate is somewhere. Rain, can you express This pain in my heart? Tell everyone that my scream has become thunder. And drench me with some hope. I am lost here in the crowd Rain, please hold me tight with you The words my thoughts have come and stuck on my lips Sorrow just pushed me in deeper. I want to express myself with a pouring of sadness. I want to close my eyes. And feel your rainy rhythm of Happiness. By Rinrainbow

My heart is crying for you, Daddy
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My heart is crying for you, Daddy.

I sketch your picture every morning. I never get tired of drawing my best friend, And I love to read this sketch with thousands of tears. This tear’s not just a drop of sadness It is a bundle of your love, Daddy. My heart is crying for you, daddy, You are my mirror of life. The mirror is now broken into thousands of pieces. The Colour of my heart is a shadow of blood, But my Canvas just flooded with a fear of the dark. Darkness is always just a shadow of fear, And I walked my fear with the mystery of power. Because of your love, daddy taught me how to fight with it. And your guide has become my best chum. Here is my destiny, and I always walk by your side Even though I know this is just moonlight on the water But still, I can see your love in the sunlight, daddy It is the way that my breaths got sustenance to live. Daddy, you are the core of my planet You are always my first love. I love to celebrate each Father’s Day, Even you are just on my picture of the core. My soul always tied with your love Through tears or my glee. And you deserve to be admired, Daddy. I wish you could return home, but you belong in the blue. Daddy, I miss you and wish I could have you back. Without you, Daddy, I’m lost. You are the one thing missing from my core and I want to see you again, I want to tell you that I am still waiting for you. And yes, I sketch your picture every day So, I can feel you are always with me. By Rinmin #rinrainbow ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Find more poem -www.colorofpoem.com

A splash of tears keeps hitting me
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A splash of tears keeps hitting me

A splash of tears keeps hitting me You are the name of furious passion inside me It hurts me when I see it’s not there. Even I am the colour of gloomy at your night Or maybe tan from your sunburn. I found you’re the name of the path in my little city But I am the dust line on your Fate Or the memory of your last night. You Don’t have any plea to save me from the ocean Or a little desire and courage. But on my end, it is still like the first day, Because your spirit is bland with me for an era. Your love is my wind And your ignorance is power. I understand this is the last lane to walk And I want to live with the memories. I have a weeping to hold But moans I need to bury. My heart exploits tears of blood and drains on. I suffer a burden you left in me. I know it is time to forget But I can’t fight with my wild heart, Don’t know how to live this way. A splash of tears keeps hitting me. Please, be my last breath; blow into me until I close my eyes. I am on the same path and waiting for you to hold me again. If, by chance, you missed me a little Just smash my heart again. Still, you are the sound of my whimper Even I know you are just a shade of my candle. And I want to burn myself with your light. You are the name of my soul which is hiding from the crowd And my darkness of the night. By rinrainbow ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Find more poem-www.colorofpoem.com

How to Write Poems Like a Pro
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How to Write Poems Like a Pro

How to Write Poems Like a Pro Many people believe that poetry is a pure book, a form of writing. They’re somehow fine, but there’s so much more to poetry than eye contact! I see poems as statues of texts, or a kind of art rather than just words. You see, poetry is designed to help listeners. You write more than words, you do more than agreement or flow. Your reason for writing poems should be based on your emotional needs, and your poems should be full of emotions and feelings! The real secret to writing poetry as a professional is to write what you feel is right, to write down your deepest thoughts, full of deep emotions, penetrating. Breathe deeply as you write. It senses emotions that you would normally not experience, such as feeling immersed in the imagination of the Earth as the vast expanse of space around the sun. You can visualise what cosmic perception really is like, or what true unity is. The key here is to write down what you feel. Poems are about showing off, letting go, and poetry is definitely about human nature and our place on earth! You have to put yourself in your poems, imagine yourself living as a sculptor and think carefully about what it takes to record a real one. In a literal sense, poems are words, but they are not limited to writing. Poetry is a form of art, poetry is the art of words. Poems should be written to express them. Poetry is not just rhythm and rhyme, because not all poems should have rhyme. But all poems must follow a certain pattern, such as songs written and recorded. Even if the poem does not have a rhyme, it should repeat the same structure throughout the clip. An example would be this pattern: A-A-B-B-A. A poem must do more than just agree. If your poem has a rhyme, make sure the rhymes make sense (unless your poem is meant to be nonsense, which is a real genre). Poems should not have a random order, they should come in full circle, and they should not break their pattern or style from one line to another. But if you do not intend to be an expert, or just want to write poetry for your own enjoyment, there is nothing wrong with being an illiterate poet. Finally, you should take this article as advice or guidance, rather than as a rule of thumb. Write how you want to write!    

A prayer needs an era
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A prayer needs an era

A prayer needs an era An answer to obtain That you adopt to design. Love needs serenity, Pleas are a burden Who can live until the time? Listening to your silence, hear I will not go far from you, I want to shred my happiness Let me join you in the pain game. Please give me some space in your sphere I’ll stay with you somewhere Because I am derelict without my life That life is not even mine. I wish I would amend what’s carved in my fates In exchange for you. But my prayer needs a lifetime. My tears were also starting to splash Wish I portray to you the spites done to me Who will listen to my story? There is no one to listen No one to share. This loneliness bounds my life, And my existence in this world is nothing. Like my contender in love, those imaginations kept deceiving me. When I went hunting for myself, the darkness luminaries kept deceiving me. I am obliged by the chains of traditions I have stayed alert for the fulfilment of dreams. Yes, prayer needs an era. Even The Hope fills me with apprehension. By Rinrainbow

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To hold your hands once more

Might be you are still looking out for me, Battling for our brilliant future Continue To think that I’m in raindrops. Strolling on the shimmering street, holding your hands In your kind gestures and love, bliss, and fulfilment. Of course, playing the waiting game. Counting Each and each snapshot of the drawn-out day, With my incredible longing. Perusing your sonnets and a few letters Then, at that point, continue to stand by once more, To hold your hands once more In your kind gestures and love. Got the Calling for an obscure course Don’t have the foggiest idea about the limit of affection Where is the finish of the hopelessness? I found your spot on there Might be today, I will think that you are in my arm Yet, would I be able to keep you there tomorrow also? Assuming that you are sure, I’m actually that amount a long way from you With a similar load of affections. Author- Tanin

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My silent tears tied with your eyes

  My silent tears tied with your eyes  On the paradise of love on the coasts of sadness glossy textiles darken and what is blurry becomes perky. A true beloved Has held tenure of my core, And his grasp has occupied the lakes of my eyes With splashes of blue liquid. Don’t ask about the blue sky. On the parting, they grieved. This complete body of mine has pierced. And the blisters have touched my soul. How will you know? What I have gone through in indefinite love, How many cracks have I swallowed? And how many stings I have amassed. In the rough land of desires And on griefs couch, The body is still glowing But it’s dark inside the core. I am a worshipper Verses confound me, But wherein I consist The shrines have locks on their entrances. It’s so strange whether I am or not Kind of torment is controlling my core At parting time, those eyes had my verses Verses that I had never shared with anyone. My silent tears tied with your eyes. and I can’t close it anymore. There is such a grim level of my love Because there is no end. The heart is like a shore of agony sadness has fallen like a calamity No one is like dawn in my dusk. My life always switched between sunshine and shade, but never split. By Rinrainbow

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My living is a worship

My living is a worship I set out with my wings open wide, I am tired of soothing my heart Why do fire and misery burn my chest? Peace is not just an expression. This potential is ultimate, The creation of the universe is the answer to every question. Do not spare first love, Do not worship yourself. Give love to people, Only the one lord has the right to love. Oh, dear, there is no true love in this universe. Enough of the name, Peace has taken orbit. My heart breaks every day, and I fix it every day, I open this bag of hope every day There is love, and the sight is in the sky. Either I have you, or I give up my existence. Release the soul and calm the body, Fly like a Sufi saint, so what you don’t have wings Your feet have been chained. I can’t grow you. Ask my fortune; you will be separated like this. Why pain is teaching how to live life, Think of your pain as medicine and not helplessness. Wrote letters to convince the beloved, but he wasn’t convinced. Beloved lord gives me the whole world on request, And This is all so difficult Such strain that my eyes, Weep not tears but blood, Such is my helplessness. Oh my lord, my honored one! A companion, Should I kneel before one God, or should I recite his words and pray Both are the same God and love. Kneeling in the name of God is love. The heart with love is God’s house, My living is worship, My death is love. I gathered myself into an entire thing and hurled me into the stillness. This was my silence – pervasive and expansive. Now the planet was either a dream or a sea-flower imagined at the top of the ocean. Deep within the stillness. Only the sound of my footsteps. by rinrainbow

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Walking alone under the harsh sun

Walking alone under the harsh sun I can see your innocent smile. Mum, your love is my temple; your face is my prayer. Mum, without you, life is so rough. When I close my eyes and see a striking butterfly Surround me in my sturdy stage and my gladdest times. You fly into my imaginings, and when I am slumbering You will always be an Angel infinite. Mum, still, I can feel your every fragrant breath and begged that each one wasn’t your ultimate. But the time was so cruel with me, Mum. I wanted you to wake up and snuggle me for the last time. But I lost you forever, Mum. Mum, now you are pain-free found your place in Heaven underneath a cherry blossom. Mum, when I close my eyes, I can hear your soft echoes. When I breathe, I sense you adore me. Mum, you told me not to be afraid You always wiped my hushed tears, Heal my sores, Show me right from wrong. Mum, can you hold me for a sec? I want to smell your love again. I wish you could see me and reward me for my achievement. I am here just because of you, Mum. You are my inspiration and motivation. I can’t see you anymore, but I can feel you with me always. Mum, I miss you so much now as I missed you then. Always and forever Mum, remember I am still waiting for you. My last desire If I could see you just one more time. Do you know mom what I would do? Release all my gloom and say, Mum, I love you so much. By rinrainbow

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