My English Poetry

Rose Bud · **Posted:** Wed Dec 31, 2014 10:41 pm

Injured Moon

Often in the moon light nights.
When every beautiful colour become dim.
When the magical light of moon.
Rules every where.
The moon looks very painful.
All the stars are stranger for him.
Neither he smiles, nor he talks with stars.
One night moon asks to the wind.
“Why I am very alone?
Why I am very sad?
I can’t bear any grief.
In this cruel world.
People are very grieved.
I can’t see their tears.
Now I am become injured.
And blood shed from my wounds.
I can’t bear; I can’t bear”.
The moon was weeping bitterly.
Wind also mourned seeing the moon.
Wind whispers in the moon’s ear, slowly.
“Listen moon, please control your emotions.
You should hide all the pains.
In any corner of your heart.
You should face the griefs.
You should share the sorrows of people”.
The moon dries his tears.
Even today the marks of wounds.
Are present on the moon’s face.
Even today in star spangled night.
Sorrowful moon is very sad and silent.

Rose Bud

Rose Bud · **Posted:** Wed Dec 31, 2014 10:59 pm

Anklet's Chhan Chhan

A wanton girl was dancing.
In her brother’s Mehndi.
And her feet’s anklet was ringing.
Chhan, chhan, chhan.

As lovely sound.
As falling water from the mountain.
Chham, chham, chham.

As charming sound.
As ringing the bells in the temple.
Tan, tan, tan.

As attractive sound.
As ringing the bangles in the girl’s hand.
Khan, khan, khan.
Very beautiful sound.
Very beautiful sound.

Rose Bud

Rose Bud · **Posted:** Thu Jan 01, 2015 12:44 am

Handful Sorrow

Partridge said to the sorrowful moon.
“ Oh moon! Please give me your all sorrows.
And take my handful sorrow”.
Moon said, “My sorrows are only my own.
Sorry friend, I can’t give you my sorrows”.
Sorrow said, “ We can’t leave the moon alone.
Because moon and sorrows has unbroken relationship”.
Tears said, “We do less the burden of moon’s heart.
Without tears moon is unable to bear any sorrow”.
Sadness said, Sadness makes the moon attractive.
And people like very much this sad moon light”.
Wounds said, “We are the real identity of moon.
People always accept the moon with his wounds.
You also dislike the spotless moon
After losing every thing.
Moon will lost the modesty of his personality.
And his moon light will be dark.
You have become no right.
To snatch the identity of moon’s personality.
If it happened then moon could not live.
Moon will die”.
Black sky said, “You can’t snatch the moon from me.
Because stars and moon are the jewelry of sky.
You can’t ruin the decoration of sky”.
Atlast moon confess that I can’t live without sorrow.
But I praise your emotions.
So you give me your handful sorrow.
And I will endure your sorrows with my sorrow”.
Partridge gave the handful sorrow to the moon.
Moon welcome with open heartedly.
The handful sorrow of partridge.
Then the handful sorrow of partridge said.
“Thank you dear partridge for sending us near the moon.
We are very proud of the kindness of moon”.
A mysterious night was sliding slowly.
But night knew that what had happened.
In his presence.
Till today the moon is bearing.
The handful sorrow of partridge.

Rose Bud

Rose Bud · **Posted:** Thu Jan 01, 2015 1:26 am

Poetry Of Colours

Painting amuses the heart of man.
As man becomes quite unconscious after drinking.
Like as painting is also a kind of intoxication.
Man becomes uninform from himself.
And sinks in the poetry of colours.
Forget his all grief.
After sinking in this beautiful world of colours.
Man has no desire to rise again.
When a painter enters in an unseen world of colours.
Then he feels as he sat in a colourful palace.
As feel as the seven colours of rainbow.
Are dancing joyously around the painter.
As beautiful colours of world.
Are falling from the blue eyes of sky.
As feel as the goddess of happiness.
Is riding on the throne of colourful flowers.
As feel as lovely butterflies of odour.
Are wandering near the painter.
As feel as melodious music of waterfall.
Is resounding in the ears of painter.
And every where colours scatter.
As feel as beautiful colours wait upon fold the hand.
And are very restless to be imprison in the picture.
Painter is a big thief.
Who steales the beautiful colours of world.
And imprisons in the picture.
Beautiful princess, queens and women.
Imprison forever in the poetry of colours.
And their beauty becomes a tale.
Beautiful valleys, greenery.
Sinking sun in the sea, reflection of moon in the lake.
All this shrink forever in the poetry of colours.
And the crown of fame glitters on painter’s head.

Rose Bud

Rose Bud · **Posted:** Thu Jan 01, 2015 2:11 am

7/May/2007

Life Is Nothing Except Sorrows.

Life is nothing except sorrows.
Nothing….. nothing and nothing.
Every happiness of life gives only sorrows.
Happiness is the princess of dreams.
Atlast dreams breaks and scatter.
And pieces of broken dreams injured the eyes.
You do not know that.
Why smiling lips become silent?
Why dreaming eyes shed tears?
Why the heart weeps in moon light nights?
But remember that…
Life needs sorrows not happiness.
Wet eyes are more beautiful than smiling eyes.
Because I know.
Life is nothing except sorrows.
Nothing….. nothing and nothing.
Every body likes smile.
But you will know the truth of sorrows very soon.
Life snatches the happiness.
And gives the rain of sorrows.
Only the rain of sorrows……
Sorrows teach the lesson of life.
So burn the lamp of sadness and sing.
Life is the second name of tears.
Life is nothing except sorrows.
Nothing….. nothing and nothing.
One day flower will loss its smell.
One day flying bird at last will tire.
One day flowing river become dry.
One day moon will cover in clouds.
One day sweet songs singing wind will die.
One day autumn will prevail in the spring of life.
One day happiness will forget the way.
But sorrows have everlasting pain.
So enjoy the pain of sorrows and say.
Life is nothing except sorrows.
Nothing….. nothing and nothing.
When the light of sorrows will spread.
In every window of heart.
Like a dying happiness.
Then every shining street of your heart will say.
Life is nothing except sorrows.
Nothing….. nothing and nothing.
One day injured life will say.
I am nothing….. nothing.
And nothing without sorrows.
Life is nothing except sorrows.
Nothing….. nothing and nothing.

Rose Bud

sahil-E-tamana · **Posted:** Thu Jan 01, 2015 3:06 pm

Very nice sharing Rose jee colors fonts image sab A1 hein bohat acha laga tamam sharing daikh k khush rahein ameen

Rose Bud · **Posted:** Thu Jan 01, 2015 3:30 pm

sahil-E-tamana wrote:

Very nice sharing Rose jee colors fonts image sab A1 hein bohat acha laga tamam sharing daikh k khush rahein ameen

bht bht shukriya Sahil bhai ap yhan aye or hosla barhaya :buke:

but stupid koi mistake to nikalo taky min sahi kar sakon ise :argue:

khush rahiye

Admin · **Joined:** Sun Oct 31, 2004 7:08 pm **Posts:** 841

Excellent effort I must say... well done Rose...!!! I'm really impressed by your talent..!! The way you've expressed your thoughts and selection of beautiful words...wow!!!
Believe me...Loved all of your sharing..but the one I really liked is "Poetry of Colour" and "Life is nothing except sorrows".

keep it up dear...!!! :)O

Rose Bud · **Posted:** Sun Jan 04, 2015 1:03 pm

Admin wrote:

Excellent effort I must say... well done Rose...!!! I'm really impressed by your talent..!! The way you've expressed your thoughts and selection of beautiful words...wow!!!
Believe me...Loved all of your sharing..but the one I really liked is "Poetry of Colour" and "Life is nothing except sorrows".

keep it up dear...!!! :)O

ohhh Admin ji.. :hug

itni sari tareef sun k mera dil bht khush ho gya, really :Y:

ap ne itne khubsurat lafzon min saraha he bht bht shukriya ap ka... :buke:

ap ki pasand jan kar khushi hoi
khush rahiye

Rose Bud · **Posted:** Sun Jan 04, 2015 1:12 pm

Friendship

One lonely Lotus was swimming.
In a silent lake at night.
And looks like a sad picture.
The moon peeped in the lake.
Moon says, “Why are you looking upset”.
Lotus says, “I don’t have any friend.
And I afraid of the darkness of night”.
Moon says, “Don’t worry little Lotus.
Now I am your friend.
I will spread light in your way.
I will give my soft light.
To the whole lake.
I will change the lake in a galaxy.
With my silver light.
I will decorate your lake.
With my all stars.
Then the lake will shine.
Like the shininh stars in the sky.
Like the shining ice on the mountains.
Like a bright day.
So now plz cheer up”.

Rose Bud

Rose Bud · **Posted:** Sun Jan 04, 2015 1:26 pm

A Shooting Star

A shooting star separated.
From his friends.
And his dying light scattered.
In the shimmering sky.
Stars were weeping to miss him.
The clouds of griefs.
Prevailed every where.
The atmosphere of lamentation prevailed.
But moon was indifferent from all things.
Because he was unconscious in his grief.
All the stars know very well.
The grief of separation.
Every one wish to see the shooting star.
But I wish that.
Any star will never separate.
From his little friends.
Perhaps my wish will never complete.
Because I know till the last day.
Stars will be separating.
A puff of cold wind passes.
Touching the shooting star.
And the shooting star disappears.
Forever in the silence of night.

Rose Bud

Rose Bud · **Posted:** Sun Jan 04, 2015 1:40 pm

Innocent Dogs

Don’t call the dogs dangerous dogs.
Because they are innocent dogs.
And it is clearly written.
On these noble dog’s forehead
That “They are very innocent dogs”.
But people shall never believe on this fact.
Because the don’t want to understand.
To this important secret.
One day a white dogy says to the black dogy.
“Once I was going in the street.
Suddenly I saw a child and his father.
Father says to his little child.
“Beta! Be ware of this dog.
Because this bad dog will bite you”.
Then I said very shoutly to the child’s father.
Oh Mister! What is your problem.
Why you blame me.
I am not a bad dog.
I am friend of man.
But his silly father understand.
That I become mad.
So he beat me with a big stick.
And I was became injured.
Tell me please black dogy.
Why people afraid of us.
Why people say that every dog is biting dog.
But every barking dog is not a biting dog.
When people say me bad dog.
My tender heart breaks into pieces”.
“Yes, I know all this”. Black dogy says.
“Because I am also a dog.
This is very bad habit of people.
That they blame us without any knowledge.
They don’t know which is noble dog.
And which is wicked dog.
If we bark at our naughty companions.
They understand that we are barking at the man.
But only we know.
That we are barking in a game.
But they also don’t know this interesting game.
Hah , hah, hah”.
Black dogy was laughing very loudly.
“Sometime we play “Hide and seek”.
And some time we play fighting game.
How nonsense people are!
Hah, hah, hah.
If we see a shopper in man’s hand.
And chase of the man till some steps.
They understand that we are chasing to bite him.
Our teeth are not free to bite any man.
Hah, hah, hah.
I think we should hang a board.
In our neck.
And it will be written on this board.
“See the board carefully before to fear from us.
That we are innocent dogs.
We are not interested to bite any man.
Because we like to eat only bone, meat or meal.
So please gentle men you do your work.
And we play our secret fighting game.
Note: this board is certified from our noble dog’s society”.
“hah, hah hah”.
All the dogs of the street were laughing.
“Hah, hah, hah.
Hah, hah, hah”.

Rose Bud

adeeelllz · **Posted:** Wed Jan 07, 2015 4:43 pm

Rose Bud · **Posted:** Fri Jan 09, 2015 9:41 pm

adeeelllz wrote:

:buke:

Bht shukriya Adeel bhai hosla barhane k liye.. :buke:

khush rahiye

adeeelllz · **Posted:** Sat Jan 10, 2015 11:18 am

Here I am
Awake again

This time it’s only 1 am

What do I do?

Everyone is sleeping

Or just getting home

I’m wide awake

Rose Bud · **Posted:** Sat Jan 10, 2015 12:11 pm

adeeelllz wrote:

Here I am
Awake again

This time it’s only 1 am

What do I do?

Everyone is sleeping

Or just getting home

I’m wide awake

Oye mere thread min kiyon sharing ki.. :argue:

ye meri khud ki likhi hoi poems hen stupid... :Mad:

achi sharing he ap ki.. :buke:

khush rahiy

subahh · **Posted:** Mon Jan 26, 2015 9:00 pm

Rose Bud wrote:

7/May/2007

Life Is Nothing Except Sorrows.

Life is nothing except sorrows.
Nothing….. nothing and nothing.
Every happiness of life gives only sorrows.
Happiness is the princess of dreams.
Atlast dreams breaks and scatter.
And pieces of broken dreams injured the eyes.
You do not know that.
Why smiling lips become silent?
Why dreaming eyes shed tears?
Why the heart weeps in moon light nights?
But remember that…
Life needs sorrows not happiness.
Wet eyes are more beautiful than smiling eyes.
Because I know.
Life is nothing except sorrows.
Nothing….. nothing and nothing.
Every body likes smile.
But you will know the truth of sorrows very soon.
Life snatches the happiness.
And gives the rain of sorrows.
Only the rain of sorrows……
Sorrows teach the lesson of life.
So burn the lamp of sadness and sing.
Life is the second name of tears.
Life is nothing except sorrows.
Nothing….. nothing and nothing.
One day flower will loss its smell.
One day flying bird at last will tire.
One day flowing river become dry.
One day moon will cover in clouds.
One day sweet songs singing wind will die.
One day autumn will prevail in the spring of life.
One day happiness will forget the way.
But sorrows have everlasting pain.
So enjoy the pain of sorrows and say.
Life is nothing except sorrows.
Nothing….. nothing and nothing.
When the light of sorrows will spread.
In every window of heart.
Like a dying happiness.
Then every shining street of your heart will say.
Life is nothing except sorrows.
Nothing….. nothing and nothing.
One day injured life will say.
I am nothing….. nothing.
And nothing without sorrows.
Life is nothing except sorrows.
Nothing….. nothing and nothing.

Rose Bud

excellent and really amazing poems... good efforts indeed
this poem really touched me
be happy rose :dua

subahh · **Posted:** Mon Jan 26, 2015 9:03 pm

Rose Bud wrote:

Injured Moon

Often in the moon light nights.
When every beautiful colour become dim.
When the magical light of moon.
Rules every where.
The moon looks very painful.
All the stars are stranger for him.
Neither he smiles, nor he talks with stars.
One night moon asks to the wind.
“Why I am very alone?
Why I am very sad?
I can’t bear any grief.
In this cruel world.
People are very grieved.
I can’t see their tears.
Now I am become injured.
And blood shed from my wounds.
I can’t bear; I can’t bear”.
The moon was weeping bitterly.
Wind also mourned seeing the moon.
Wind whispers in the moon’s ear, slowly.
“Listen moon, please control your emotions.
You should hide all the pains.
In any corner of your heart.
You should face the griefs.
You should share the sorrows of people”.
The moon dries his tears.
Even today the marks of wounds.
Are present on the moon’s face.
Even today in star spangled night.
Sorrowful moon is very sad and silent.

Rose Bud

lovely but very sad poem....
keep it up
be happy :dua