Category: Poems

Read mind blowing and heart drenching Poems at Divya’s Canvas. Poems written intensely like a thread with pearls of emotions in it to connect with you. Read short and long stories, embedded with literary devices like personification and elegy. You may read poems to explore yourself and relate with the emotions and morals.

Difficult Question

Answering ourselves without knowing what we are looking for doesn't work sometimes.

Building blocks of stress,
And mason was the threat;
A sight came of help,
But got lost as unforgettable guest;

Creative Girl’s World

Creativity lies in all of us but not all of us call ourselves creative.

The moment when I look,
Captures many eyes;
Eye in the view, view is in my eye,
The joy of its elegancy makes me fly so high;

Angel Of Darkness

Negative emotions often hold us in their grip easily, we should try to be in touch with positive emotions.

Blur for first, got disappeared by last,
Mysterious was time, blindfolded with dark;

Love For Silence

Silence can be our day shiner if its synonym of introspection.

My brain became a barren land,
And heart was facing drought;
Blossomed tricky noisy maize,
Lots of unpleasant templates;

Fish Out of Water

Comfortable zone is everyone's choice but femineity is bound to Uncomfortable zone.

I will learn how to swim,
Deep beneath the drought with even burnt skin;
I can be the tin; I can be the bin.
But more than that I will never forget to swim;

Fear Of Life and Death

Life is set of chapters and Death is the climax based on destiny.

One moment it makes us laugh,
Another moment it makes us cry;
Sometimes we have to run very fast,
At some times we have to be a tortoise;

Miss You Dad!

Difficult situations can get resolved easily if we have our dad with us.

Mind was not accepting reality,
Heart was feeling very proud;
Today he may not be alive,
But his efforts lie in the crowd;

He In Her

Respect from a man not from egoistic anonymous for a female always be threat for gender domination.

The world is behind me,
But I bend in front of them;
No one knows this mystery,
In every way I am hidden in them;

Fantasy: College Life

College Life is a common fantasy for so many students. Will it remain the same?

In Primary School…
No worries, out of rules,
Fun in breath and swings of mood;
Candies were my first love,
Chocolates made me feel so good;

City Life

Sometimes fantasies give more pleasure than reality.

Yes, it’s me
Wild fantasy,
To ride my bike
For a ramble on roads;
Cheerful majestic,
Breeze blowing my hair;
Under the light of
Sparkling stars;

That Eye Contact

Where words and action rests that's the point for dialogue of eyes.

A Moment… she raised Her
eyes met mine
Sunken in ease
Spoke millions of lines

Was I A Nark?

Self-commitment is not easy. Its difficulty has the capacity to break the chains of commitments only with weapons of QNA.

I…
Was the witness?
When he lost his life;
Overdosed he,
Mobilised evil eye
Only on me;

Mummy’s Luck 🤞🏻

Child who doesn't have mom knows her importance more than any of us.

Lucky me
Lucky you
We have our loving moms…
Not hung by
“Blood is thicker than water norm”

Home: Painted with Blood

Home can't be romanticized always. Sometimes it acts like hell too.

That kitchen cooked rotten food,
To serve her in that terrible hell;
Her chapped lips marinated with blood,
Felt burnt at every attempt to touch;

Place Of Memoirs

Characters and appearances may disappear but memories remain everlasting.

This place is a replica,
A record of our memoirs;
Look now you are not here,
But What I doing here?

Humanity and We

Loss of humanity means loss of our identity.

Humans are advanced beings to live,
But our existence is useless in the absence of humanity;

My Full Time Companion

Exploring ourselves to meet our hidden companion is fun.

Deep inside I have a connection with universal phase,
There is a power which exists;
Around me as an aura whenever I pray,

Unknown Speakers of Society

Instead of listening to unknown speakers we should listen to ourselves.

Why do they always suspect me?
Why can’t they ever be wrong?
Why do they keep bullying others?
Why can’t they be engaged on their own?

Creditors Of Environment

Humans will always remain in bad debt list of environments.

It’s nature actually which heals us,
Look at us who are pain giver;
It’s not human but still has humanity,
Being human, we are just unable;

Sense of Comparison

Comparison is good if it's not separating someone from his or her identity.

I’m compared;
Letting down is really,
Not my mood;
Someone’s zone can’t be,
Frame for me to fit;

Coffin: Self Arrest

It gets quite ironical when coffin acts as self-arrest for someone.

Just hide me in anonymous Ash,
Make my presence into cage of absence;
Or plunge my breaths in cessation,
With bizarre frame of dejections;

Kindergarten Times

Kindergarten days were golden days of our life. But now it is diminished, leaving traces behind.

Those moments when I used to cry,
Even for a minute I didn’t leave my teacher’s eye;
Those moments as beaker made cookies in class,
When our faces full of flour made teachers laugh;
I feel blessed for…

Lost Soul: Alzheimer’s

Ages which bound ask us to unite.

Felt so lonely dumped into unwanted place,
Alzheimer’s was my companion at bridge of my old age;
I’m trying hard to take my soul back on track with me,
Even it’s terrible that no one is waiting for me on doorsteps;

Life: Unpredictable Guest

Life is synonym for the word unpredictable.

If u ask what is life,
Then I’ll say in present it lies;
Not in past, not in future,
It’s just reflection of mirror and illusion;

Paradox Of Choices

Addition of choices means addition of complexity.

When someone is closest to you,
Must be very far from you;
When someone is far from you,
Might be there only for you;

Feminism 2.O

Feminism groomed itself as per the demand of ages.

The wall whose mason are you,
With cement of preservative thoughts;
They are enough to make me claustrophobic,
They make me very suffocated in their tiny holes;

Me My Books in Nights

Books are a beautiful essence in the life of so many readers.

No matter if it’s 12:00 by night,
No matter if I am lonely figure;
Every flip of their pages,
Makes me fresh and curious…

Dreamt a Morning in Morning

Dreams can really cherish your day with new thoughts.

Aroma of wet soil and fresh blooming buds,
Dragged me towards the inviting casement;
My face felt those rain drops with blush,
The dewy vision which I saw cherished my day with excitement;

Bleeding Hearts

It will be terrible if human hearts turn into bleeding hearts.

Love and care are expectations,
Like the heart of poison;
From outside it is outstanding,
Deep inside its bleeding;