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I will rise up

A man's wish to rise up. Taken from Words of Encouragement and Hope from Songs of Lexicon

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Sad poetry

The inescapable overdose of anarchy in W.B Yeats' poem, the Second Coming. By Youssef baddaj

An essay tackling the telling anarchy with which this poem is filled to the brim literally and figuratively.

নাবিক- সামিউল আসাদ

Poem of Seaman

أفضل الحب: دليل لتكون شخصًا أفضل

الحب هو أقوى العواطف التي يمكن أن يشعر بها الإنسان. إنه يملأنا بالفرح والقوة والغاية. الحب له القدرة على أن يجمعنا معًا ويشفينا من الجروح العميقة. إنه شعور لا يستطيع أحد أن يسلبه وشيء نسعى جميعًا إليه في حياتنا. معرفة كيفية الحب وأن تكون شخصًا أفضل هو مهارة يتم تجاهلها في كثير من الأحيان ولكن يمكن أن تحدث فرقاً كبيراً في حياتنا. أفضل حب هو مزيج من الاحترام واللطف والصدق. احترم شريكك، واستظهر اللطف تجاهه، وكن صادقًا مع نفسك ومع من تحب. عندما نحترم شريكنا، نخلق بيئة من الثقة والأمان. نظهر أيضًا أن

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A Smile (A graphic poem)

It is a graphic poem.

Street flaw's poem

How ruthless the street turn us into

A poem that describe my feelings of my dad not being with me by Daniel

Is all about my dad when he left me.and those out there who doesn't have parents

The Battlefield

The poem is about the teRror of battlefield do check it and give your feedback thx.

THE LOVE OF GOD

Let me not hide this truth, of happiness behind my minds, when everything is so peaceful, and have nothing to worry about, even if i cant fight for my own self, i know i have the love of God. Let me write this text you though you might not have noticed this love that never fades so strong that it never dies even in midest of enemies in that darkest room full of ants and scorpions this the love of God

Poetry

A compilation of the poems I wrote throughout the years

Crushed Can on the Football Field

I'm a crushed can on the pitch drunk up empty What day it is? maybe half sunny half rainy What stadium this is? I can never tell The teams that clashed I may never know Maybe Barcelona versus Liverpool Or Manchester United versus Chelsea Each assumption leads farther from the truth The player that drank me might have been one... Probably a player from the losing team Though lifeless I could hear him quake within. I may be just a crushed can on this football field But every creature has it's own

A poem for my lonely grandmother

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

A Melodramatic Poem About Cooking

In the bustling kitchen, the chef, a maestro in an apron, orchestrates a symphony of ingredients. The stove becomes a stage where carrots pirouette and onions transform in a culinary ballet. Garlic whispers secrets, spices waltz, and a medley of sizzles creates a sensory storm. The chopping board echoes with a rhythmic beat as knives dance in a culinary feat. The poem culminates in a finale where the chef, wielding a ladle as a wand, unveils a masterpiece; a culinary sonnet where senses prevail.

A poem for her

Knock, knock, knock Beauty at morning's door After a night filled with adventures Dreams of christ and his unfailing love Multiple dimensions in a single world Different experiences before dawn War and chaos in a living void Death and loss like there's no law A very tough and strange night indeed And yet the princess sleeps with no worries With visions appearing like movies Five hours felt like an eternity One night feeling like twenty She is the best at it Because she got christ at the wheel Kn

The Gemini (Love beaten)

The Gemini and Pisces sad love story fades away with the morning dew.

Dancing in the rain (poem)

The rain is a blessing that washes away pain and brings new life to the earth. It is a moment of joy and peace that should be embraced with open hearts. Dancing in the rain brings delight and helps to wash away fears, filling our hearts with hope and cheer.

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.

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