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Embrace of Hearts: A Hug-Filled Poem

In warm embrace, two souls entwine, A hug, a moment, so divine. With arms outstretched, a gentle touch, Love's language spoken, oh so much. In times of joy, in depths of woe, A hug can heal, let hearts aglow. No words required, just open arms, A soothing balm, with tender charms. It speaks of care that words can't tell, A hug can bridge the distance well. Connection found in arms' embrace, A precious gift, a warm embrace.

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Sad

TRUE MASK OF POLITICIAN

Talks about what politicians live for in a third world countries

A poem that describes my feelings for my "dad".

Poetry

اپنی تصویر کو انکھوں سے لگاتا کیا ہے ایک نظر میری طرف تیرا جاتا کیا ہے تو میرا کچھ نہیں لگتا لیکن اتنا تو بتا دیکھ کر مجھ کو تیرے ذہن میں اتا کیا ہے

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ME

Trying to understand ME

poème d'une mère à son fils

Mon cher fils, mon petit amour, Depuis que tu es né, mon cœur s'est rempli de bonheur, Tu es la plus belle a choisi que j'ai jamais connu, Et chaque jour, mon amour pour toi continue de croître. Je me souviens de ton premier sourire, Et de tes premiers pas timides, De ton rire enfantin et de tes yeux pétillants, Tu es ma plus belle réussite, mon enfant. Tu as grandi si vite, mais pour moi, Tu seras toujours mon bébé, mon trésor, Et même si tu voles de tes propres ailes maintenant, Je serai toujo

Kilio Changu Mwajiriwa

Kwa kweli nina hasira, kwa yale unayotenda Wewe ulo na ajira, mesahau ya kalenda Wanipa chache mshara, uso fika siku kenda Nimechoka na kuimba, nilipe na nitaenda Mwezi umekamilika, hadi lini tasubiri? Mwajiri waajibika, waniumiza kisiri Hu ni ukweli hakika, moyoni waniathiri Nimechoka na kuimba, nilipe na nitaenda Nazivunja zangu sera, nizokuwa nimetenga Nipe wangu mshahara, labda jumba tajenga Nikuwapo na subira, waniona mi mjinga Nimechoka na kuimba, nilipe na nitaenda Wewe wacha zako pupa!,

Million Little Miracles

Wonder why there is so much questions in your mind that brought about is God real?. Find out in this peom if he is .

A poem for my lonely grandmother

Grandmother's solitude a heavy weight,longing for love before it's too late.

Blackbird

How sweet the harmonies of afternoon: The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon; Rich breath of hayfields streams through whispering trees; And birds of morning trim their bustling wings, And listen fondly, while the Blackbird sings. How soft the love light of the West reposes On this green valley's cheery solitude, On the trim cottage with its screen of roses, And murmuring mill-race, and the wheel Its bubbling freshness—while the Blackbird sings.

WEALTH

Wealth brings many more toys, It's beauty masks all its joys, It stains with infinite spoils, But soon reveals its hidden toils. Without abundance it may not be found, The cost of its pleasure is profound, Wealth can define who we are, Contentment rarely is the star. Not just a matter of ownership, But a sensible system of precision, With right use of wealth comes great reward, But what's earned may easily be ignored. Don't let wealth define your life, Make sure it doesn't take its strife, Cheri

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Comedy

You

A pearl in heaven is you, The prettiest diamond is you, Like the one always shining, The prettiest thing is you

Bring me the Goddess

I called Theia But the one who showed up was Nyx I called Euphrosyne But the one who showed up was Oizys Whom should I call? Here in the times that I'm alone I want to go back But what should I find when I returned?

Loyalty's Call

Loyalty is a noble trait, A bond that's built to last, A promise made to never break, Through future and through past. It's standing strong through thick and thin, A steadfast heart and soul, A trust that's earned through deeds and words, And never bought or sold. It's the courage to stand by your friends, When others turn away, A bond that's forged through trials and tests, And strengthened every day. Loyalty's call is clear and strong, A beacon in the night, A guiding light that leads us on, T

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