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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

Harmony of Existence

"Harmony of Existence" is a poetic exploration of life's intricate dance, capturing the essence of fleeting moments, challenges, and the interconnected beauty woven into the tapestry of our journey. The verses celebrate the vibrant palette of experiences and encourage embracing both the sunrise and the fall, cherishing the echoes of laughter and strife that define our shared existence.

Conqueror

With sword in hand and heart afire, The conqueror sets out to win, To build an empire, reach higher, And prove that he's a force within. He marches on with steadfast might, Through deserts, mountains, raging seas, His will unbroken, shining bright, He sets his sights on victory. He battles foes with skill and grace, And never once does he retreat, For he is driven by the chase, Of glory and of triumph sweet. He claims new lands with every step, And builds a legacy so grand, His name a legend, ha

Life As A Poet

My very first poem I ever wrote. I was either 13 or 14 years old. After that, I knew writing was something I was born to do.

An Uncontrollable Path

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A letter to you

A gentle reminder There will be struggles There will be obstacles But never run Never push people away Take advantage of them And learn

I Dream

032 I dream a dream where I am in the stage, singing a song and dancing along the rhythm. Where they throw roses and shouts my name. It is a dream I wish to play. I dream a dream where I am travelling, to here and there to the ends of the world. Where I capture scenes and preserve in negatives. It is a dream I wish to capture. I dream a dream where my clothes will be worn, models will walk on the runway and I'll appear at end of the show. Where I can see stunning dresses I made. It is a dream I

Goodness

Goodness, thou art the soul of all that's fair, The charm, the grace, the light of all things here: In thee the sun his glorious splendors wears, And in thy beams the moon her silver tears; The flowers their beauty from thy hand derive, And in thy smile the birds their carols give; The gentle zephyrs at thy breath rejoice, And all the groves in harmony rejoice; The ocean in thy presence calms its waves, And in thy light the stars their beauty save; The earth, the air, the sky, all nature speaks

IF THEY LOVE YOU, THEY'LL COME BACK

Poem for the broken souls. Have you been deserted by someone you love? A father, mother, sibling or close friend? Always remember "If they love you they'll come back" and if they don't, move on!!!

Torment

The tears we shed are not only that of pain. It might be of torment. The torment of not knowing the unknown. We are scared of things that are yet to come. Things that are yet to form. Some might hide, and some might run. But it will always come just for fun. It lurks in the shadows, driving you insane. It enjoys the torment, it thinks it's a game. It feeds off the pain. You can only pray. We all have that fear. Some call it anxiety, and some call pain.

Life Is Funny

A spoken poetry about life.

My love for Scrabble

My love for Scrabble is like a fire burning bright, A passion that flares up with every letter placed just right. With every word I form, my excitement starts to soar, As I outsmart my opponents and add to my score. The thrill of finding words that others cannot see, Is like a treasure hunt, a victory. The tiles, they call to me, like gems upon a board, Each one a puzzle to be solved, a challenge to be adored. With every game I play, my love for Scrabble grows, A love that knows no bounds, a lov

The Untold Truth

The Untold Truth is part of a section of The Songs Of Lexicon titled religion that criticizes religion itself as a whole.

Up to you

I can't drag you into heaven or push you into hell.

The Ballad of the Curse and the Courageous Knight

From an anonymous poet, in honor of the ballad style and its rich storytelling tradition, we have this poem for you. Hope you like it.

Failure

Failure, oh failure, you haunting friend, A bitter pill to swallow, a bitter end. You lurk in shadows, ready to pounce, And when you strike, it hurts like a thousand ounce. You bring with you sadness, you bring with you pain, You make us doubt ourselves, you make us feel insane. But maybe, just maybe, you're not so bad, Perhaps you're just a lesson we should have had. For in your wake, we often find, A newfound strength, a clearer mind. We pick ourselves up, and start anew, With a better plan, a

KINDNESS

A gentle touch, a kind word, A simple act of love, A helping hand, a smile, A heart that's full of love. A hug that warms the soul, A kind deed done in haste, A gentle voice, a kind thought, A moment of grace. A kind gesture, a kind heart, A moment of peace, A moment of joy, a moment of hope, A moment of kindness. A moment of love, a moment of care, A moment of understanding, A moment of compassion, a moment of grace, A moment of kindness.

DINNER TABLE

My old lover showed up out of nowhere unannounced Without an invite Without an apology My old lover showed up hoping to once more drink from my cup This wounded cub dragged it's self to my door hoping to be nursed back to health Because that is what I do I breath life into you at your lowest You came as a block of wood and I carved you into a marvel After my waters ran dry you left to chase waterfalls and when the drought hit you dragged yourself over to my table You have no business being here

Wildflower

Oh, my wildflower. Being the wild beautiful flower you are must be hard. Having all the dust thrown at you and experiencing the cold during the night. But worry not because growing and blooming in the desert is not easy. They hate because your perseverance beats their audacity to hate on you. They can't survive half your growth journey. And that sometimes you serve them thorns that poison their hate to nothing but respect to your strong self. Just grow and be the rare species you are.😁💕. Yours t

LOVE POETRY ❤️💕🌹

In the twilight's gentle hue, My heart finds solace, only for you. With each beat, a whispered prayer, In love's embrace, we find repair.