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Love

Love, the sweetest thing on earth, That fills our hearts with endless mirth, A force that makes the world go round, And in its grip, we are tightly bound. It starts with a spark, a glint in the eye, A feeling that makes us feel so alive, A warmth that spreads from deep within, And fills us up like a bright, shining grin. Love is a flame that burns bright and strong, A feeling that lasts our whole life long, It brings us hope, it gives us light, And it makes everything feel just right. Love is a

Poetry

Poetry (derived from the Greek poiesis, "making"), also called verse,[note 1] is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic[1][2][3] qualities of language − such as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and metre − to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, a prosaic ostensible meaning. A poem is a literary composition, written by a poet, using this principle. The Parnassus (1511) by Raphael: famous poets recite alongside the nine Muses atop Mount Parnassus. Poetry has a long

Mother's Longing

I dedicated this poem for my son, now in heaven. I want to express my feelings trough this poem.

My first love dairy..

In days of old, our love did gleam, A whispered promise, like a dream. Though now we've parted, hearts once entwined, The memories linger, sweet and kind. A chapter closed, yet love remains, In hidden corners, it sustains. Though paths diverged, and tears were shed, You'll forever dwell in my heart's homestead.

Poem of love

Tell me, O you whom I love, Where you feed your flock, Where you make rest at noon.

I know why the caged birds glew away

I know why the caged birds flew away, To escape the confines of their cage each day, To feel the wind on their feathers, and to sing, Without a care for what tomorrow may bring. For they were trapped in prison, day after day, Chained by their captors, unable to stray, Their wings clipped, unable to soar, Their hearts filled with a longing of something more. And so they took flight, and left it all behind, The cage, the rules, the limits, to free their mind, To explore the world, and to find thei

RED

Standing at the balcony You're just staring at the sky I can see the sadness and pain in your eyes I know you've been hurt countless of times Life flies One thing is certain, and the rest is lies In my room, I can hear  your screams and cries The flower that once has bloomed forever dies

Joyous Sunday

The bells of Sunday ring With a joy that's all their own, And the birds in the trees above Seem to join in the song. The sun is shining bright, And the air is fresh and sweet, And the sky is a cloudless blue, And the world is at its feet. The children are out to play, And the flowers are in bloom, And the world is a happy place On this joyous Sunday morning. The cares of the week are gone, And the heart is light and free, And the soul is filled with peace On this joyous Sunday.

Puppet

Your beauty bewitched me, Just like a moth drawn to a flame, You pulled me and I couldn't resist And just like a puppet You made me dance to your rhythm I was a hopeless romantic A slave to your love

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem

The Isolated Porcupine

A poem about little porcupine

A Lesson in Respect: A Poem for a Disrespectful Child

Respect is a lesson that I must teach It's a lesson that I hope you'll reach It's not something that you can buy or sell It's a lesson that you must learn yourself It's not something that can be taken away It's something that you must learn to stay It's not something that you can ignore It's something that you must learn to explore Respect is a lesson that you must learn It's a lesson that will help you discern It's a lesson that will help you grow It's a lesson that will help you know It's a le

Love Poem for Wednesday

You’re the day after Tuesday, before eternity. You’re the day we ran out of tomatoes and used tiny packets of ketchup instead. You are salt, no salt, too much salt, a hangover. You hold the breath of an abandoned cave. Sometimes you surprise me with your aurora borealis and I’ll pull over to watch you; I’ll wait in the dark shivering fields of you. But mostly, not. My students don’t care for you or your lessons from the life of a minor god. Can you hit the high C in our anthem? Can you bench pre

Miss you A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

Miss you A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

Love poem in ancient arabic. By me🥰

Love poem

FREEDOM FROM EVERYTHING

This poem basically explains the struggle that I face in my life and how I feel being different from others

The Free Captive

My thoughts don’t let me think, The voices in my head although unheard leaves me scared and red. They seem to scream what it is I don’t get. Not for the promises of a lover unmet, Nor for the change of fake friends whose line never seems to come to an end. But for what is what I try to get, The strange words unspelt, I remain a free captive Captivated by my own initiative. I try to run but it’s all in vain Because you can’t run from your own brain. I think I’m free but then my thoughts come agai

Lullaby

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise; Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby, Rock them, rock them, lullaby …

Down the Road

poem

Poem "Mother's Love"

A mother's love is like a rose, So beautiful and pure. It's a love that knows no bounds, And will always endure. A mother's sacrifice is great, She puts her children first. She works so hard to give them all, Her love and all her worth. She wakes up early in the morn, And stays up late at night. She never complains or fusses, Just does what feels right. A mother's love is unconditional, It never fades or dies. It's a love that will always be, A constant in our lives. So here's a poem to all the