Poetic Verses

  Trees The tree towers over the forest Reflecting an image on the lake Each leaf shades a wonderland Each branch sways in the breeze Soon fall will come, leaving the tree bare With every leaf saying adieu Is a new tree generated _________________________________________________________ FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DONT KNOW WHAT IS AN ACROSTIC POEM:- An acrostic is a poem in which the first letter of each line spells out a word, message or the alphabet

Writing 10 Poems And Other Things --A Talk  Hey there! I am Deeksha Pradeep a young to be poem writer. I love poems the way they speak out emotions, feelings, and a lot more. And my journey of poems began first when I started to read a lot of poems...Poems are like our way of speaking out our thoughts out.  I really love the fact that poems are widely recognized as a part of literature, imagine a world without poems, I mean seriously it would be like half blank...Why half blank if you ask? The reason would be that if in the world poems weren't written and only stories and paragraphs and essays it would be like reading a simple text of your book without barely any thoughts expressed. I just completed 10 poems over the week and released a latest short acrostic poem...Hope so you are going to like it, if yes please please drop a comment !!!  Writing 10 Poems took me a lot of time to think of words and lines and stanzas... It fetched me great fun while writing.... It improved...

World Wonderful with beauty I see daily Of every mile I discover Running through the paths of nature Lying on the grass so sweet Discovering a new world everyday  -   There is something new  out there I am an explorer to the world With some meaning to find If not explored, who am I to this world? A no-boner is all I will turn out to be…

  Tornado Tornadoes swirl in through the dark clouds Their dervish destroys everything in their path Tornado alley is a dangerous place to live Storms create powerful winds The storm ends, the wind decreases, the tornado dies.

  What If What if the world ended today I might find more meaning in my life What if I was the last person on earth I could run wild and free What if my friends were gone I would find that meaning comes from others Does my life have meaning in "Me"?

The Fantastic And Pale Pencil A Poem by Deeksha Pradeep Whose pencil is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though. Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch him laugh. I cry hello. He gives his pencil a shake, And laughs until her belly aches. The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The pencil is fantastic, pale and deep, But he has promises to keep, After cake and lots of sleep. Sweet dreams come to him cheap. He rises from his gentle bed, With thoughts of kittens in his head, He eats his jam with lots of bread. Ready for the day ahead.