English Poetry Shayari

It Takes More Than Caring
To Be A Real Friend;
The Nature Of Friendship;
Requires A Blend
Of Warmest Compassion
And Love Deep And True
To Reach And To Comfort
The Way That You Do.
Because I Can See
That Your Kind Of Friendship
Is Priceless To Me…

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Day and Night like a hell,
Everything is lonely,
Everything is not well,
There is deep frustration in me,
My Heart and Mind is not within me,
Lots of things I have to say,
Tell me the way has to tell,

There was time when smile was with me,
Heart was full of hope and sky of happiness was in me,
But today is the time when ottoman with me,
Days are long and hopes are dying in me.

You were the smile of my face,
And now you are tears of me,
You gave your hand like rain in desert,
And now you are behaving like that time has no mean,
For God sake doesn’t do this to me.

If I did a mistake then forgive to me,
If you want to out of my life with out any reason fine,
But when you will be out of my life’
There will be a big change in me.

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If You Want To Be
Be A Good Man
If You Want To Be Overcome
Overcome Your Evils
If You Want To Be Forgive
Forgive Your Enemy
If You Want To Be Think
Think About Your Future
If You Want To Be See
See The Goodness Of People
If You Want To Be Worship
Worship Your Parents

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I Offer Her My Blue,
The Sadness On My Soul.

For All I Hold As True
Stems From This Endless Hole.

The Wake Of Shadowed Tears
To Forgone Self Esteem.

Flowing In Fleeting Years,
A River Of Lost Dream.

She Offers Me Her Blue,
A Tender Midnight Kiss.

Awakening Anew
Beyond Pain’s Chrysalis.

A Butterfly In View,
New Dream Set Free In Flight.

She Offers Me Her Blue,
Sadness Becomes Delight.

I Offer Her My Green,
The Stain Of Broken Trust.

With Nothing Left To Glean,
Dried Hands Sifting Through Dust.

Counting The Blessings First,
Weighed Against My Own Need.

I Proffer Up The Worst,
Challenge The World’s Greed.

She Offers Me Her Green,
The Forest’s Sweet Perfume.

An Ever Crystalline
Vision Of Dogwood Bloom.

My Gypsy And My Queen,
Chasing Petals Adrift.

She Offers Me Her Green,
My Greed Becomes My Gift.

I Offer Her My Red,
Bricks Stacked To Form A Wall.

With Emotion Laid Dead
Inside, To Hide From All.

A Man Molding Vision,
In Heart, In Hope, Cast Blind.

Forming The Great Prison
Of My Subconscious Mind.

She Offers Me Her Red,
The Petals Of A Rose.

Lays Me In Love’s Own Bed,
Emotion Overflows

Passion Given Full Fled,
Past The World’s White Glove.

She Offers Me Her Red,
My Hate Becomes My Love.

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