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Love poem

Love poem My love is like a gentle breeze, Soft and warm, like a summer day. It lifts me up and carries me away, To heights that I could never reach alone. My love is like a raging fire, Burning bright, like a star in the night. It guides me through the darkness, Giving me the courage to take flight.

Alone

In the silence that stretches in the darkest night, My solitude gently whispers to me. A melancholic atmosphere adorns my heart, Like a sorrowful melody that lingers. Within the profound stillness, I contemplate in eternal solitude. Like a lone star in the vast sky, I am trapped in an untouched world. In my solitude, I feel the vibrations of my heart, Flowing in an unheard rhythm. Darkness surrounds, yet I do not feel alone, For my solitude is a true companion. In solitude, I encounter my true s

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Nowadays in the world🤎

The owl and the chimpanzee

The owl and the chimpanzee The owl and the chimpanzee went to sea In a beautiful boat called The Mind The owl was sensible, clever and smart The chimp was a little behind The owl made decisions, based on fact And knew where to steer its ship The chimp reacted a little too fast And often the boat would tip The waves would come and crash aboard The chimp would start to cry Large tears would roll right down his face Afraid that he would die The chimp and the owl would wrestle at night When the worl

Up to you

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

Nature

People caring for nature feels so fine Seeing nature clean as it shines People helping nature has a soul so kind 3Rs are one of the things you should keep in mind. Don't do things that can cause pollution Ignoring the nature is not the solution This poem should be seen Keep the forest clean and green.

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Say fine thanks Say thanks for all that you have Say thanks for all the love Thanks for things you have And not for shove, Say thanks for life so good, Say thanks and touch wood, For this time Happy Thanksgiving Day to you!

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.

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

Dear Mom

Dear Mom It's been a long time since you left I miss you momma Everytime I think about you I cry People see me in tears ask why I lie Dear Mom How I wish you were still alive But it's something I can't reverse I gone through the worse My eyes filled with tears For many years Little brother and sister couldn't stay in this world without you so they followed you I was just alone swimming with sharks and octopuses Too young to face the crisis Dad wasn't there but came latter With excuses but Excuse

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Am missing my lover

I am always deeply moved by the beauty and resilience of people with black skin.

In the tapestry of ebony hues, A symphony of grace and resilience, The people of ebony skin, A portrait of strength and brilliance. Their souls adorned with rich history, Stories etched in every line and curve, Through struggles and triumphs, They radiate a beauty that preserves. From the rhythm of their laughter, To the wisdom in their eyes, Their spirit dances with resilience, Underneath vast African skies.

Title: "In Loving Memory of My Father: A Tribute Poem"

This heartfelt poem reflects on the loss of a beloved father. It speaks to the enduring love and cherished memories left behind by the departed dad. The poem emphasizes how the father's guidance, wisdom, and love continue to live on in the heart of the grieving individual. Despite the pain of the loss, there is a sense of comfort in the idea that the father's presence remains, providing strength and guidance for the future.

TRULY I LOVE YOU

.........How do I....... How do I tell you That your touch melt my heart like dews And your words Pierce my heart like a sword. How do I tell you That ever time I stare at you I wish I could hold your hands And lie lie by your side. How do I tell you That every word I say to you I utter with fear And a drop of tear. How do I tell you in your arms I wish to sink And from your lips I wish to drink Our heads I will link And your lovely eyes I wish to stare without a blink. How do I tell you How muc

Poem: Fading Initials

Love and heartbreak

POVERTY #SHORT POEM_✍🏾

I cried loudly for help ...I turn round looked back Nobody seemed to answer I see only a bleak future The land of the wicked Reeling off in sobs Dignity vanished into the air... Come to me for arrogance, disrespect and wealth... said money in a proud voice

YOU + ME

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

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

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

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The poem "the driver on the highway",is symbolic. It protests human being and the social world. As humans,the resolutions we make, impact our social setting. Hence, we should be mindful in decision making. Subsequently,we are the driver in our lives. The directions we control life to take result in our success or failure. Like the car, impact on the highway so our lives have effect on the society.