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Forgiveness

The hardest word to say, The hardest thing to do, But it's the only way To set yourself free. It doesn't mean you have to forget, Or that what they did was okay, But it does mean you can let go Of the anger and the pain. Forgiveness is a gift, Not just to the other person, But to yourself. It's the key to healing, And it's the only way to move on. So if you're holding on to anger, Or if you're struggling to forgive, Just know that you're not alone. It's a process, and it takes time, But it's wor

Rights of a Child

I am a child which I can do different things Each and every things which my parents told on me. Be good at all times and don't forget to pray God Because God protects me from any harm or in danger. I have the rights to be born and to lived once As I can see, the happy, happy, morning sun Their tender love and care make me be more lively. Through their gently touching makes me more been smiling. As a child, I have a right to play and have fun And to listen my beautiful teacher at school Who teaches me in a good manner and right conduct. As I grew up and molded to be a better man. Thanks for my Mama and Papa for schooling me. They are the one who guide me when I'm growing up, To make myself respectful and courteous. And to be a good leader and a follower.

Carry Me On

A poem that conveys not only words but also the true scenes that happens behind every painful yet silent love story, Carry Me On is one of poems that speaks for a lover and declares a question in mind, why the hope? Read and enjoy. _drichthepoet

Hell’s Angel

I fell like tears on a rainy day Down to my doom and awakening Enlightened with feelings afresh and motives anew I have now evolved into self discovery Broken and reformed into a masterpiece One Pablo would be proud of It is in this new form that I dare to challenge all boundaries and conformity for I have met with the bulls eyes I’ll indulge you once or twice But where were you before my rebirth

Poetry

A home away from home.                        On a brilliant chariot Driven by Heavenly messengers, Stacked with divine rapture, quietly thumped on my lawn entryway Composition of Elysium presented individually Empyrean drifted Immaculate welkin came to meet me, toward the beginning of the day hours Calling out to me floundering and mishandling I inquired, "Is it my turn today"? With a heavenly quiet, HE gestured Bang of a windowpane birched against it I staggered, anguished I felt and with esca

World unity

In a world so vast, we all reside, Under the same sun and stars, side by side. With colors, cultures, and dreams so diverse, Together we weave this cosmic verse. Amidst the chaos, let love be our guide, A bridge to connect, to heal, and to confide.

Speak to me

Speak to me, my love, with words that flow Like a gentle stream, soft and slow Tell me of your hopes and dreams, Of all the things that make you gleam Speak to me, my love, and pour out your heart Let the words you say be a work of art Let them be a beacon of light, Guiding us through the darkest night So speak to me, my love, and let your voice be clear For it is the sound that I hold dear It is the sound that brings me peace, The sound that brings me to my knees Speak to me, my love, and let y

An Ode To The Soul.

A sweet poem that tells us what the soul reflects and how it functions.

Surrender.

Lights were out, she curled up in bed Against her will, her mind flooded with memories In the quiet night, she could hear her silent cries She shivered and her heart ached The sky was as black as soot, not a ray of sunlight Mixed feelings in an endless loop, like the figure of eight It took bravery to say goodbyes when feelings died. With the passing of time, she was pacified Time was all it took to mend the heart-or what was left of it Muscular yet fragile, like a poorly wired circuit So it was

Poetry

In the bloom of youth, dreams take flight, A canvas of hopes, painted so bright. Eager hearts, chasing the sun, Adventure whispers, beckoning each one. Dance of laughter, in the moonlit glow, Friendships forged, like rivers that flow. In the tapestry of time, their stories unfold, Boundless potential, a tale to be told. Rebels of passion, questioning the norms, Breaking through barriers, weathering storms. In the symphony of youth, a vibrant song, Echoes of courage, resilient and strong. Yet, fl

No. 2

No. 2 It's what i've always been I've walked behind a pair No one would even care I've sat alone in the back seat of a car Remained silent like a chargeless guitar I would try again and again but life became blue and grey No one even glances my way Life in the books; i envy it so much cause I've realized friendship like that is something out of my clutch Someone be willing to die? For me? I can barely call them when i need. So I idealize friendship of a book's script Hoping one day it will fill

God's Blessing

A gift of grace, a blessing divine From God's own hand, a love so kind A source of joy, a hope that's true A blessing from God, just for you A chance to start, a chance to grow A chance to learn, a chance to know A chance to live, a chance to thrive A chance to find, a chance to strive A chance to love, a chance to share A chance to give, a chance to care A chance to heal, a chance to mend A chance to find, a chance to blend A chance to trust, a chance to believe A chance to find, a chance to re

Dangling in mid-air

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The Lark

Herewith I is a dream In the beginning, fate denied All its kindness on a super lark Lessons came along the fight Identity sought in the wild call The lonely lark split to lift the might of its wings With wings spread high, it flew With the might of the older wings In search of who. The clouds darkened, lightning struck, Rained hot, oh! “Hold on” the older wings whispered Here we come, “keep high” Withered, the lark broke, “You are worthy” a whisper. Here she is, Thinking of all the days She cou

All Back

I’ll take it all back If it meant the rewind would fix all the cracks If it means love would stroll even deeper into our hearts And break apart the cages of lust. I’ll take it all back If spaces would close up And initiate those times we made kisses spark in the dark One on one,Eyes locked up to touch And heal the deepest parts Doubts sat to eat to play it’s dirty tracks I’ll take it all back, I’ll take it all back Even if for a minute just to dispatch Every moment of weakness that made us slack

Infant Sorrow

My mother groaned,my father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt Helpless,naked,piping, loud Like a friend hid in a cloud Struggling in my father's hands Striving against my swaddling-bands Bound and weary I thought best To suck upon my mother's breast

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

Colors of Youth

003 There are certain moments of our lives that we are the brightest. Moments that we are the bravest, persistent, and reckless. We fight for our friends, beliefs, values, love, and dreams. We gave it all, a fight of all or nothing is what it screams. Moments where we believed we can have both love and friendships, full of hopes, promises, plans and building relationships. Moments where we thought that would last forever, moments that we hoped to never end-ever. Laughters would echo on all four

I Like for You to Be Still

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.It seems as though your eyes had flown awayand it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth. As all things are filled with my soulyou emerge from the things, filled with my soul.You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,and you are like the word Melancholy. I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.

DEATH (TRIBUTE TO GRANDMOTHER)

Death which brings sorrows and pain to mankind .it has no respect on man. Neither to the poor nor to the rich. It rubs like a thief. Day after Day ,My heart breaks and pricks,Hearing that the dearest person in my heart is dead. Death is a silent killer,it doesn't give permission ,it comes like a thief at night. My heart pricks cos the one i call my backbone is no more. My heart solicit for guidance,cos one who has been there for me during thick and thorns is no more . one whom has been m