Tag Archive | friend

Worry Absorber

The sea comfort you in the stillness.

Making your wavy life at peace

Drowning grief down to its navel

Whisper your grudge and cry out loud

The sea will carefully listen up to its depth

Don’t worry cause you’ve got a friend

More than a friend you’ve expected

With wide embrace to comfort you

He is the maker of all our friends

If one friend fails, He’s still the One.

FOR THE POET (Lines for a trying hard Poet)

Scribbling a pen for a heart-pinching rhyme

Deep thinker of words relieving the hurt

Staid listener maybe a serious learner

Studying the life to make even in a paragraph

The poet begins to write the life of sadness

Of different life and move of different stand

About the hope gliding sometimes on hand

About God’s love and care we see and always feel

The sweet rhymed words were rhymed for weak

For sick the line with doctor’s guide

Some funny line styled for funny man

The shiny part deserves for God who love

The poet tried to speak on poems

To ease the fear and burdensome

To put a smile to every frown

To call a friend to care her side

Too loud the truth behind the lines

The trying is over and done

The words came out caressed the heart

Except the heart of friend he want

The answer is submitting ourselves to God

Searching for a friend will be fully done

Sooner the words for you will shine

You’ll be a poem under the sun

Hi! It’s Peaceful here.

Look at “my world”.

It’s fresh and got a wonderful serene. You are welcome; everybody who seeks for friend and comfort is welcome actually. You are most welcome if you are a good listener.

Wander, as if you are the best voyager under the sun.

Dig my hidden treasure as if you are the most diligent miner among the rest (I assure you, there is gold hidden).

Observe my innermost, as if you are the great and most careful specialist.

I used to be a astray flower growing wild. But when a mystery poured on me, I was saved in droughty desert.

Look how simple I can be as a friend, but everybody if not all will surely be delighted to see what I saw and still can see  in my world.

A humble flower will talk and confess.

She’s a flower of few words, so be patient if some words are short. She just hoped that the observer can smell the fragrance of the SIMPLE WILD FLOWER.