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Poem on name Harika

In the fields of gold, Where the sunflowers sway, There stands a girl, so bold, Harika, is her name. With hair like silk, and eyes like stars, She walks with grace and poise, She tends to the crops and mends the bars, With her gentle, loving voice. She sings to the wind, and the wind replies, With a symphony of sound, And in her presence, all the world sighs, With love that knows no bound. For Harika is not just a girl, But a force of nature too, She brings light to the world, And makes all thin

The Value of Friendship and Paradise (Poem)

friends, colleagues, companions, I am happy with you. we always get along This bond is the most basic function. I am proud to be your partner. Friendship is our most precious religion. Let there be no trouble between you, If this bond is ever inseparable. Affection, sympathy, affection and passion, I am with you all. Friends, to you my heart is like heaven, It is important to know that friendship can be an invaluable asset in one's life.

The points accounts only when, millions others, follow now and then

Let me spit these rhymes first, before I get, to the points, and topic worst, Then the pick, of your crimes, sicking artist, to rehearse, From the core, sweating pore, swearing shore, with the daily chore, To study, with a buddy, for a lady, to be daddy, and be quite shady, With the quiet passion, tearing nights, with compassion, wearing whites, onto mansion, Gearing diet, with a pension, while hearing, me right from, the pension, Cheating the bloody, diddy tension, to beat the Jade e-invasion,

IF HEAVEN HAD VISITING HOURS

If heaven had visiting hours, I would talk to God like I talk to myself, I want to see him shrug when I tell him I'm losing faith. I want to watch him stay quiet for a while, and say, God? What's on your mind? If heaven had visiting hours, I would take a stroll with Jesus when I feel depressed, I want his hands on my shoulder when I pour out my heart so I can look up in his eyes and say, you feel me right? cause friends are supposed to feel each other. If heaven had visiting hours, I wish we cou

Loving you keeps on becoming easier

Loving you keeps on becoming easier Some people want to hit the rainbow nation, I just want to make you my nation. Taking you on a very romantic vacation, and have some good times in island nation. Since we became a unit, my life had a few tweaks. How I am ignoring and ditching my friends. As weird as it sounds I even missed my team’s games because your love is competing with my interests. With you emotional intelligence is growing bigger, my love for you keeps on getting deeper. As these love c

Matters Of The Heart ❤️

This talks about feelings, actions, that affects decisions made by our heart, its also a poem to help motivate. Thanks.

Keep Going

How to keep going...

Loneliness

Loneliness: A Poem A void that eats away inside, A solitude that cannot hide. A constant ache, an empty space, A hollow feeling, without a trace. A lonely heart, a quiet mind, A longing for connection to find. A longing for love, for human touch, For someone who cares, who means so much. The silence deafening, the world so vast, No one to talk to, no one to last. A world so cruel, so cold, so grey, A life so empty, day after day. The pain so real, the tears so true, A soul so broken, a heart so

YOU + ME

This poem tells a short tale of the character’s inability to balance loving him/herself and loving others.

FAR AWAY FROM HOME

Is just the ideas of how home is important and memories we shared in it. written by me.

The points accounts only when, millions others, follow now and then

No summary for my darkest poetry, Darkest Stranger Led a peaceable life, When they were not troubled With other folks' strife. -Some random rhymes in summary for users to help what to make with these

'DEATH' a POEM

a poem about death, and how it is end and where we find peace,

TWENTY FIRST CENTURY

Sewn into these walls Are lullaby from a century ago Can you hear them? History is about to repeat itself Like it always has Sentiments and sentinel Sent on sabbaticals. No one gives a damn If the roof collapses As long as the house stands. We are all sentenced to death Hanging on gallows that we Happily built Happy that they broke Before we met our maker Here's to another chance at life Dancing, drunk on stupidity Piss for rum, tears for beer Cheers, we have earned it. Its a cozy world, cased i

𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭

In the middle of the night, Where the moon casts its silvery light, The ocean whispers tales of old, Stories yet untold. I hear the echoes of my past, Regrets that linger fast. Dreams I let slip away, On the tides of yesterday. But now I see the truth, That I'm holding back my youth. And that every chance I miss, Is a dream that I dismiss. If only I could go back, And change my youth and past, I'll dive into the depths, And find my rightful place. Written by: Arnelyn L. Lapatis

YOU'RE A WARRIOR

Dreams await, not in the night, But in the courage, to chase the light. When doubts whisper, causing fright, Remember why you began the fight.Not every day will victories bring, Yet every effort is a golden string. Weaving the tale of a warrior's swing, Each setback, just a fleeting thing.

My own prison

In shadows deep, I find my way, Through endless nights, where demons play. A heavy heart, a weary soul, In this abyss, I've lost control. The weight of sorrow, like a chain, It drags me down, inflicts its pain. A silent scream, unheard by all, In this dark place, I start to fall. But in the depths, a glimmer, slight, A tiny spark, a feeble light. Hope, a fragile, distant gleam, Guides me through this haunting dream. With every breath, I fight the storm, Though weakened, I'll transform. For in my

KESSY 🌹

A little summary about a friend of mine 😅🌹

Cry, it's never a Crime

Even if cry last for the night,joy cometh in the morning

King Of Love

The poem emphasis basically on how love feel to human being and how is important to human being

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven

My mother doesn't read books, she reads people who read books. like she read my cousin who was pregnant at 16 because she tasted lemon dewdrops in early sunrise and the bittersweet experience of motherhood never left her palm like a written note. my mother could read fever just by placing hands on the forehead of her child, you could say she was the MOM in therMOMeter because my mom never kept us in a room temperature... to say, she didn't want us to get spoilt, she tightened up every corner tha