Poetry has been a part of the literature since a long period of time and I appreciate the hard work poets have put in to develop famous poems. It has been couple of years since I have been writing poetry.
Ever since I was at school, I started writing poetry and I would enjoy the flow of words that would come out my mind and soul to form a poem. In my free time, I would write out the undiscovered feelings, emotions and circumstances. I would like to share the good ones and continue to write more as much as I can.
You will find the collection of the poetry written by Vishakha Purohit here, well, that’s me. The collection of poems will take you to a different world of feelings and experiences.
Some of the poems from my collection of poetry can remind you of the crucial and special moments of your life. It can take you back to the past and give you a pleasure to relive the best experiences of the life.
I would like to share a few poems written by the popular poets that I admire personally.
“When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.”
– John F. Kennedy
“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
– Robert Frost
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
“Love me or hate me
both are in my favor….
If you love me, I’ll
always be in your
heart…..If you hate me,
I’ll always be in your mind.”
“The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
― Robert Frost