Personalised Poems For Your Loved Ones – Gift a Poem!

This is something I’ve always had on my mind. Whenever I looked at relationships or the people around me I’ve always been able to connect in a way that I can feel what they feel. And maybe even be able to express their own feelings better than they can.

I feel like this would be the most personalised kind of personalised gift you can get someone.

If it’s Valentine’s day, Mother’s day or the Birthday of someone special. Any kind of Anniversary that you wish to make special with your own unique piece of poetry, I can help you with for a small price (starting from 10$ approximately). Every piece of poetry I have ever written has been from the bottom of my heart. I guarantee complete satisfaction. I will work on it until you are happy with your piece which will be one of a kind.

You can mail me all the details you want in your unique poem at,

abiramigiri1998@gmail.com

You can even specify the length and I will make it work.

I don’t claim to be some great writer. You can go through the rest of my blog to see if you like my stuff and then decide for yourself. 🙂

Is this something you’d be interested in? Leave your thoughts in the comments below. And share it as much as you can so that anyone who’s interested gets to know! I’d really appreciate any support I can get. 🙂

– The Obsessive Writer

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A Poet’s Tale

A poet’s soul,

Is neither kind nor forgiving.

We have been hardened by life,

And moulded by its strife.

These are things we are not born with, but acquire:

Eyes that reek of judgement,

Tongue bitter from the taste of truth,

And an imagination that defies gravity.

These are things we do not dread, but desire:

Nights devoid of sleep,

Passion that burns a hole through your heart,

And a mind that obeys no one.

© Abirami

A Lover’s Woes

Rummaging through memories,

I found pieces of your soul

Forgotten glimpses of affection

And time spent in adoration.

We were kids who didn’t know better

Thought all we needed was each other.

And as our pool of love dug deeper into the ground,

I inevitably drowned.

Now we speak of joy in past tense

Not a lot of what we do makes sense

In the process of growing up,

Life happens to love.

©️ Abirami