Recipe poems blend culinary instructions with poetic structure, often using rhyme, metaphor, or abstract "ingredients" to evoke emotions, memories, or life lessons. They're popular in creative writing prompts, especially for classrooms or festive seasons. Form ...
Your touch, as soft as the falling snow, Your gaze, sends sparks of love, Your presence, feels - Warm, like the fleece during winter, Cool, like the rains in summer. Under the umbrella as we stand, Like the benevolent shade of the tree, that grooms and nurtures us, I...
Key to them was their motherland 's pride, Anger boiled when it was taken for a ride. Raging cold weather and pristine snow of the Kashmir valleys and Grenades, missiles that lit up the skies were bleak as Illuminated were their hearts with the sparks of patriotism...
Eager I was to see the world, Which was rudely snatched away, Even before I could sway. My existence just whirled. Why weren't my arms unfurled? Answer me my mother, why did you betray? Why couldn't I just stay, With you, in your cozy abode, just curled? What...
Complete I feel with you, my dear, You are my brightest hue, my dear. Your presence, the best catalyst I wish everyone knew, my dear. Your breath, like waft of petrichor, Is always fresh, like new, my dear. In your hug so cosy and warm, I find...
Darkness shrouds the vast sky as the clouds huddle up, Silence prevails as the wonderful night sets in. A lone cricket buzzing, Or the bullfrog croaking, Through the eerie silence, sends shivers down the spine. The lake... quiet, frozen With an one off...
Unsure, how safe is the land below, We are just asked to wander and go. The coldness of the land makes us slow Despite the kindness its people show And the shelter care they give us though When would we go back, I wanna know To my own... or that's what I thought so,...
Will it remain an unfulfilled dream? As just impossible it does seem, to realize and happily scream, "I am a journalist of esteem". I wonder , did life really scheme against my wishes... were they supreme? Do I get a small chance to redeem my life and my dream, to...
Beautiful angels in white, Bring warmth to the aching heart, With their smile and make lives bright. From dawn to dusk, they do their part, Dress our wounds till they heal, Bring warmth to the aching heart. Our pain and worry they do feel, And console...