Poems from colerains
Poetry is quite pleasing
Pleasurably quenching,
Punctually piercing.
Its presence queries the powerful pentacle.
Do not question....
I’m from a place where in the dark of night,
pollution covers the star made light.
I’m from a place where factory’s bloom,
sending out...
Goldilocks, in the May,
Was walking through the woods one day,
When she came across a home
With free WIFI for her phone.
Breaking many...
My happiness is not a guitar which you can freely pick the strings.
My sadness is not a carnival game in which you throw some rings.
My...
Gate opens slowly, “Wrong place sir.”