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I walked out of my home, I looked at the sky, The stars were small, The moon was high. There was a silver flash, across the sky, It has veils like a plant, at my glance. The light brightened the sky, which gave us fright. It was fast than sound. It strikes the ground. Across the sky, across the sky, the lightning strikes with flare high -- Joshia Collin     ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer.  Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this day forward, your words are part of something bigger, something that rides beyond silence and into the hearts of others.  From now on, You are a StormRider. 🌊⚡

When I close my eyes and start to see , A world that waits just for me . A place where starts begin to shine , and every dream I make it will be mine . I walk on clouds, I touch the Sky , I will spread my wings and learn to fly . Nothing can stop the things I do , Because my dream will come true . They are inside my heart so deep , they come to me when I'm asleep -- G.Pranesh ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer.  This world is yours. You can make this world your dream world. Everything is Possible, you just gotta be reckless and bold. And I'd like to quote Dylan Thomas for you: “Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day;  Rage, rage against the dying of the light." Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this day...

The girl when I say this unique world, living in this weird planet for years, With dreams and stars that never hide where season change has magic, The mountains tall, the creatures grand, are the only ones I like The oceanic waves that spread my feet The sunlight kisses on my face, A golden light, a warm embrace. I unfolded this gate which blanketed my skin To feel the glow of midday sun. Will I still love it after rest ? Perhaps one day, I'll fade away But this universe will always stay..... -- Sajeena.U    ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer.  Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this day forward, your words are part of something bigger, something that rides beyond silence and into the hearts of others.  From now on, You are a StormRider. 🌊⚡...

The moon comes up in the sky , Shining bright so calm and high It looks at me with gentle light , And stays with stars all through the night . It lights the world without sound , and spreads magic all around . It follows me wherever I go , Soft and quiet with a lovely glow . At night I sit and watch the moon , Hoping it will leave me soon It hides behind the cloud so white ,  Then peaks again with silver light . It makes the sky so cool and blue , And shines on trees and flowers too . -- Akarshana.R     ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer.  Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this day forward, your words are part of something bigger, something that rides beyond silence and into the hearts of others. From now on, You are a StormRider. 🌊⚡  ...

They call us dreamers, full of light and fire But don't see pressure dressed up as desire A thousand voices echo in my head   One mistake and your future dead   The clock's hunter, I'm just its prey Chasing perfecrion every single day I miss the joy of learning slow and wide Now I am a number ranked and tied   So, see not just marks I bring I am a heart still learning how to sing . -- Burhanuddin.I ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer. There's power in your words, heartbeat in your lines, and strong longing behind your poem.. Never feel alone, Cause people always look out for you. I became your fan, You will always be cherished for who you are. Wishing you all Happiness, Peace and Success. God Bless You. Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this da...

 The only voice I hear in my silence. which conveys all my emotions, not to anyone but myself His melodies grows like aurora's flame, so beautiful that I go into dream. His songs hit chromesthesia in my veins, and now I see the sound in golden rains. ‘Kanne Kalaimaane' - haunts my chest, the song which doesn't end - it echoes me. No modern touch, just a vintage feel, which calms my soul. Through the divinity in his voice, I hear what can't be seen by others The symphony only he can compose, not just as a song but destiny's voice - Ilayaraaja - my soul's only choice -- S.G.Elakkia   ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer.  Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this day forward, your words are part of something bigger, something that rides beyond...

 A north pole star that guides me, A man who leads a simple life, A man who works for the welfare of his fam, A man who can be trusted till the last breath of mine, A man with good soul and mind whose mind is off from sin, A constant source of strength and love that knows no end, His wisdom shared, that help our souls rise, Within my heart and soul he'll always dwell, A man who experiences his happiness through mine, A man who wishes only the best for me, A man who is always a shadow who guides me through my darkness, A man who gives me warm support,  A man who has sacrificed most of his dream to witness happiness in me, Many years may come and go, but DAD My love for you knows no end and is always eternal!! --Devasree.S.G   ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer....

When winter comes, it is cold But we have something to hold . Which is mother's hand I will hold it till end .   The louder she scold , I will become more bold . Her palm Makes me feel so warm .   The pain she suffered during my birth That's why I am in this earth . Her food is not only eatable , But also palatable . Her womb is my first home. I'm so proud of my mom. --Ashwanth.V  

This is a cold world—bitter, silent, steeped in dread, Where solitude is colder than the words unsaid. And so, at times, you linger where the frost takes hold, Though ice may pierce your bones, you choose to bear the cold.   Two kinds of souls you'll find upon this earth we tread— Not man and woman, good and bad, or heart and head. Not clever minds nor ones that flail and fall apart— But Hot and Warm, the only types that fill the heart . The Hot ones, they offer swift escape from chill ,   A blazing fire that bends the world to passion's will.   They’re radiant, magnetic, thrilling to behold, Alluring, wild, enchanting, beautiful and bold. They shine like beacons, brilliant in the stormy night, Like lamp-lit glass that draws in moths beneath the light.   The fiery souls erupt with scorching fire, A tempest born of surging passion’s ire. They storm your shores with blasts of fierce desire , And leave your tender hopes in crimson pyre.   Their flam...

You dance in my dreams like a drifting ghost , My joy, my ruin—my cursed, cherished host .    Ever since fate carved your shape in my skies , You bewitched me with storms in your soft eyes . I yearned to speak—yet silence wove a chain , A year crawled by, then you appeared in pain . You came to me when you had lost your light , While I stood tall, my stars in fullest height . I veiled my moons, eclipsed my loyal skies , Yet found my heaven in your shadowed eyes .  You broke my heart not once, but twice with ease , Then patched it up with soft, repeated pleas . You claimed you liked me — yes, you did , But I doubt it was as fierce as in my heart I hid . I say you’re special, but it fades in the air ,  You nod, but I wonder if you’re truly aware . You say I’m special, yet I feel so unseen , A wilted laurel waiting, stripped of its sheen . Is hope a sin — to dream that you'd be mine ? For though I'm praised, your love I can't divine .    Admired by ma...