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"Celestial Waltz: The Northern Lights' Delight"

A Poem About Northern Lights

A POEM ABOUT BATTERY OF LIFE FOR YOUNG, ADULT & OLD

In youth's vibrant frame, a battery charged Full of time's promise, energy enlarged Yet scarce the coin a humble currency Yet rich in dreams, a boundless sea An adult strides with pockets full Energy brimming, ambitions to cull Yet time, a fleeting currency Dwindles fast, a measured decree. The old man sits, a wealth of years Time and money, joys and tears Energy wanes, a gentle ebb But riches amassed, a life to web Differences stark, yet similarities bind, A trio of batteries, intertwined Youth

In His Life, I'm Not the Female Protagonist

In a world of tales, where each heart's a book, A girl believed, with a hopeful look. That everyone's the lead in their own rhyme, She, too, the star in her own sweet time. Through life's story, she danced with glee, Her spirit waltzing, wild and free. She thought, "I'm the main, the shining one, In the story of life, I'm second to none." But one day, a twist, a plot untold, A love story with edges rough and bold. She glimpsed his eyes, a captivating sight, Yet, in his world, she was out of sigh

A love with no end

Love sweet like summer's day That grows stronger, never fades away A love that never ends Full of joy, a never loss Something so precious, a priceless cost To hug and kiss and laugh and love Could no thing ever compare When boughs bend with the wind This flame will never wither, again Always watching over us, no matter what A strong love, binding us together Our hearts beat as one and it will never sever A love with no end, forever me and you A love that will never, ever fade away and stay true.

IF YOU LOVE ME

If you love me Let me know And if you don't Let me go.... The dream break into a million tiny pieces The dream dies, which leaves me with a choice I can either settle for reality, or I can...... Go off like a fool and dream another dream The scariest thing about distance is.... You don't know of they would miss you or forget you, Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, pain lasts forever...... Thanks to you, I don't even recognize myself anymore. I can't wait for the day I would look at you and fee

The boy who wants the moon

In a quiet town, where dreams take flight, Lived a boy with eyes of starry light. His heart yearned for the moon's embrace, To hold its glow, to feel its grace. Each night he'd gaze up at the sky, With a wistful look, a hopeful sigh. He dreamed of reaching beyond his reach, To touch the moon upon its breach. With hands outstretched, he'd reach up high, As if to pluck it from the sky. But alas, the moon remained afar, A distant dream, a shining star. Yet still, the boy refused to yield, His deter

There was a country

Once! There was a country That held hope for her people Whose leaders were the youths role models Whose people were the most disciplined Whose military were the nation's pride Whose students were the nation's erudite Whose economy prospered and flourished Yes! There was a country Whose neighbours were envious Whose citizens were contented Whose environment was friendly and peaceful Whose military strength, Was nothing compared to her neighbour's Yet she was satisfied and happy There was a countr

Poem about Marriage

Several times when we look at the present generation, We may wonder about the reason for the marriage; Many marry for money and not following the love of their heart, with caution; Has the value and concept of marriage already changed? Now it requires courage? The modern generation has a different view of marriage than the previous ones; Today, one day they are married, tomorrow they file for divorce. Had the wedding performed been serious the day before? Or anguish for the bones? Marriage that

The Tiny Stranger At George

One day at a pet shop, I met a man selling socks, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some white fox. "Got any white fox?" asked I. "For that's how I'll spend my money." "No white fox here!" said the guy. He seemed to find it quite funny. "We've got some lovely crisps, I'll give you a very fine price." "I'd rather have some wisps." The man blinked rapidly thrice. The man seemed exceptionally energetic, And his manner was strangely amused. He wasn't what I would call electromagnetic,

I love you yet I feel more

I love you  yet I feel more. Ever since I laid my eyes on you something change inside my heart. I lost my reasoning, and be impulsive. When you appear I stagnate but  thinking of you I blast in bliss  . When you look at me I fall into a trap, of looking the most enchanting being, hence I shy and look away often. My strength just dissolve in your smile. I become sweet, soft and fluffy. There is something that I feel inside, but it become lost in translation. All I can say is I love you yet I feel

Strength

Strength is not the ability to lift heavy weights, Or to run a marathon without stopping. Strength is not the absence of fear, Or the ability to always win. Strength is the ability to pick yourself up, When you've been knocked down. Strength is the ability to keep going, When you want to give up. Strength is the ability to face your fears, And to overcome them. Strength is the ability to be yourself, And to not let anyone else define you. So if you're feeling weak, Remember that you are strong.

My Best Friend, A Poem of Love and Gratitude

My best friend, my confidante, My heart's companion, my soul's mate. You've been there through thick and thin, Lifting me up when I'm feeling low. Your love and support never waver, Your friendship is a blessing I'll always treasure. Your kind words and gentle touch, Fill my heart with warmth and love. Your loyalty and trust are unending, Your friendship is a gift that keeps on giving. You are my rock, my safe haven, Your friendship is a blessing from heaven. My best friend, my confidante, My he

The bear and the two friends

Story

A POEM "Verse of Enchanted Realms: A Celebration of Beauty and Grace"

In a realm where dreams take flight, Beneath the canvas of the night, Stars ignite their gentle glow, Guiding hearts where love may grow. A moonbeam's touch, a silver kiss, Upon the world in tranquil bliss, Whispers secrets to the sea, Stories of how life came to be. Mountains tall and valleys deep, In their ancient secrets keep, Echoes of the ages past, In every stone and blade of grass. Winds that dance through leaves and trees, Carry songs on melodies, Of forgotten tales and distant lands, Wo

New month

In the realm of time, a cycle begins anew, As the old month departs, the new month breaks through. With each rise of the sun, a fresh chapter unfolds, An unwritten canvas, waiting to be told. September arrives with a gentle embrace, A month of transition, a change in its pace. Leaves whisper secrets in the autumnal breeze, Colours of amber and gold adorn the trees. The days grow shorter, the nights a bit colder, As nature prepares for its grand transformation older. In this tapestry of time, a c

Laced with poison ivy

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For My Thoughtful Ocean

An ocean is beautiful

Crushed Can on the Football Field

I'm a crushed can on the pitch drunk up empty What day it is? maybe half sunny half rainy What stadium this is? I can never tell The teams that clashed I may never know Maybe Barcelona versus Liverpool Or Manchester United versus Chelsea Each assumption leads farther from the truth The player that drank me might have been one... Probably a player from the losing team Though lifeless I could hear him quake within. I may be just a crushed can on this football field But every creature has it's own

1. "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost: The poem presents a speaker who comes across a fork in the

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 lea

Poem stopping by wood on a snowy evening.

The poem stopping by wood on a snowy evening has been written by Robert frost.It tells the story of a man who is travelling to his hometown.