Each breath a chance, each step a way, To mold the promise of the day. Let hope arise, let dreams take flight, For morning brings the soul its light. ©Alphy

Alphy

A poem about dogs Dogs are a great thing Spending time together I can't think of anything Better in stormy weather Some dogs do not like The loud booms And owners too I think Want to hide in their rooms You comfort the dog The dog comforts you You pet the dog calmly The dog protects too Side by side As the clouds clear Both you and the dog Together facing your fears ©Schizology

Schizology

Blazing Shadows (Rhyming Version) Clouds made of suns are again around me, I was trying to be relaxed, they don’t let me be. They make their visit when I least expect ’em, Burn my skin with their ruthless flame. I don’t like these clouds that are circling around, And turning into a cyclone to drag me down. I’m losing my vision, my breaths are falling short. To continue this fight, I of’n lack my forte. Pretty distractions can't shield my head, No umbrella for the dread. Morning comes, and they're still there, With flames so hot, too much to bear. ’Twas after so many days I was feeling alright, Turned out I flunked to escape, maybe in’t I’m a neophyte. ©Saurav Banerjee

Saurav Banerjee

Each breath a chance, each step a way, To mold the promise of the day. Let hope arise, let dreams take flight, For morning brings the soul its light. ©Alphy

Alphy

A poem about dogs Dogs are a great thing Spending time together I can't think of anything Better in stormy weather Some dogs do not like The loud booms And owners too I think Want to hide in their rooms You comfort the dog The dog comforts you You pet the dog calmly The dog protects too Side by side As the clouds clear Both you and the dog Together facing your fears ©Schizology

Schizology

Blazing Shadows (Rhyming Version) Clouds made of suns are again around me, I was trying to be relaxed, they don’t let me be. They make their visit when I least expect ’em, Burn my skin with their ruthless flame. I don’t like these clouds that are circling around, And turning into a cyclone to drag me down. I’m losing my vision, my breaths are falling short. To continue this fight, I of’n lack my forte. Pretty distractions can't shield my head, No umbrella for the dread. Morning comes, and they're still there, With flames so hot, too much to bear. ’Twas after so many days I was feeling alright, Turned out I flunked to escape, maybe in’t I’m a neophyte. ©Saurav Banerjee

Saurav Banerjee