Jacob’s Poem


You healed my heart
Though it was not torn
Thanks to you
I walked through a door into 
A world of light
You are an angel in my heart
and my love is a gentle prayer
Which wafts from my heart
It becomes a light and peace around me
So i know you care
and i trust u and love you
In your love, i found a perfect form…


By : Jacob Alex Ferguson




What would anyone want ?

What makes us wake up everyday ?

What for ; we go on ?


Could it be illusions , dreams or hopes ?

Or Could it be just nothing ?


I dreamed a dream

And dreams are infinite

Infinite are unreachable


Sometimes it just doesn’t rain

Sometimes the days don’t go around

And sometimes all this is not true


I’ll close my eyes

And think in deep

But as I open

I wanna wake up

I want all this to be over

And to start all over again


A Psalm Of Life

A Psalm O f Life   by  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,–act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;–

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

Emily Dickinson’s Poetry

This Is A Word

There is a word
Which bears a sword
can pierce an armed man.

It hurls its barbed syllables, —
At once is mute again.
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some epauletted brother
Gave his breath away.

Wherever runs the breathless sun,
Wherever roams the day,
There is its victory!
Behold the keenest marksman!
Time’s sublimest target
Is a soul “forgot”!

My Life Closed Twice Before

My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,

So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.

Heart , We Will forget Him!

Heart, we will forget him!
You an I, tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you’re lagging.
I may remember him!

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me


Friendship Day

A Friend Is Someone

A friend is someone who…

Is concerned with everything you do. Is concerned with everything you think.
Calls upon during good time. Calls upon during bad time.
Understands whatever you think. Understands whatever you do.
Tells you the truth about yourself. Knows what you are going through all time.
Refuses to listen the gossip about you. Supports you all the time.
Does not compete with you.

 Genuinely happy for you when things go well.



When We Two Parted





When We Two Parted

By : George Gordon, Lord Byron


When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow–
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shrudder comes o’er me–
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee so well–
Long, long I shall rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met–
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?–
With silence and tears.

Wings Of Dreams


I flew in my thought

Away and dreamt

Saw myself flying

Touching the clouds

Singing with the bird

Suddenly, the past came by

Ruined my dreams

Broken are,

My wings of dreams


A past I forgot

A past of tears and separations

It  came over, made me cry

Like it always did

When I wanted it to vanish

Its always there

Causing me pain

Tearing me apart

Knowing that I can’t fly

Can’t dream


Broken are ,

My wings of dreams