Passion: A poem by Jellie N. Wyckelsma
Passion is the energy that rushes through our veins, When we aim for achievement in the field we love. It spurs us on to exploit...
Passion is the energy that rushes through our veins, When we aim for achievement in the field we love. It spurs us on to exploit...
The insatiable passion of blooming the buds gained on me From the adorable ones to beautiful fragrant flowers I wanted them to be So passionately,...
From my palette of colors I long to paint the remnants of summer And maple leaves in hues of orange, brown and redAs the cool...
The haste of summer subsides, and the golden days slip away quietly. Autumn makes a brave entry. In our memory, the ferocious bush-fires of yesterday...
Under the virgin vanilla sky, Splatter a few dollops of butterscotch Melting on the caramel hues of bare sentinels Brazenly beckoning the ochre autumn skies....
As I see through the window, everything looks so surreal. Nature adorned in hues of golden and crimson like a new bride. The strewn netted...
P Positive my sky, positive my attitude Passionate my wings, surely I scale a new altitude A Ambitious me, my ambition has a million...
Spread your wings and fly, my little butterfly To the mountains and prairie, to the wide blue sky. Showers of rain and strong winds on...
This world since its creation Is cursed with the skewed equation On one side is good spirit While on the other side is evil spirit...
माँ कहती है यहाँ इतराती बलखाती बहती थी इक नदी हिलोरें लेती, धरती को परी लोक सी समृद्ध, पावन करती जीवन को कर्तव्यों से आबद्ध, गति प्रदान...
माँ कहती है कभी यहाँ कश्ती तैरा करती थी माँ बचपन में यह कहानी सुनाया करती थी जब याद आती है माँ को उस गाँव...
EVIL screamed at GOOD- seeing it gaining entry into its domain “Stop right there, dare not enter my territory, without my permission This is my world...