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A Dancing Fire Within: From Silence to Excellence

"Within you lies an untamed spirit, a spark that yearns to ignite the world with its brilliance. Embrace the flames of your passion, let them dance and illuminate the path to greatness. With unwavering determination and relentless pursuit, transform your dreams into reality. Remember, you possess the power to create change, to inspire, and to leave an indelible mark upon this universe. So rise, embrace your destiny, and let your extraordinary journey begin."

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.

A Broken Heart: For My Friend (Girl)

Everyone has a bittersweet memory with the beloved one. We can be friend with anyone we feel comfortable with. Somehow, the feel we kept for so long can kill us inside. Crush culture, stranger-friend-stranger. That's all

Feminism

A poem by Ubaid Ullah with comprehensive and rhyming style.

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

Fred the rich man

There once was a rich man named Fred, Whose wealth was so vast, it spread. He had mansions and yachts galore, But he was still a terrible bore. One day, Fred was walking down the street, When he saw a homeless man sleeping at his feet. Fred laughed and said, "Look at you, so poor, While I have more money than I can endure." The homeless man looked up and said, "I may be poor, but I'm not dead. I may not have mansions and yachts, But I have friends and I'm not a sot." Fred was so angry, he turned

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My anxiety

Some challenges lead us to anxiety but we survive

The betrayal

In shadows deep, where friendships fray, Lies the tale of trust led far astray. Once, they wore masks of loyalty so tight, Yet beneath the surface, darkness took flight. Their smiles masked secrets, their words were veiled, In the garden of friendship, treachery unveiled. A dagger concealed by a friendly embrace, Betrayal's bitter truth, hard to erase. They whispered sweet promises, a pact so sly, But their deceitful hearts harbored a lie. Behind your back, they plotted and schemed, In the realm

THE THIRD WORLD POLITICIAN

Here he is, The big man. He flaunts his money, To show the masses His affluent and wealth. And the rumours spread, That the big man, Was not a businessman. "But what could he be". They wondered. Which occupation, Made you as rich as a businessman? It was not carpentry, Nor was it bricklaying, Or blacksmithing, Then suddenly we knew! The big man, Was nothing but a politician. An occupation of the privileged Who never got tired of their occupation, Who did more bad than good, Whose personal intere

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

A Drifted Tale

002 Once upon a time, our love was blazing like the sun- warm, comforting, and suitable. Until the world played with spear and gun. We broke apart, we drifted along the brawl. We first met in front of your house's lawn, now, we end it tragically at that same place. Promises gone by, leaving feelings of affliction. All will be in memories, all those hugs and kisses. Time, distance, communication, and presence, we lose it all, and we slowly grew apart. In our promised place I felt your absence, re

"Shadows and Light: A Journey through Depression"

"Shadows and Light: A Journey through Depression" is a profound exploration of the intricate path one traverses while grappling with the depths of depression. This poignant journey delves into the interplay between darkness and illumination, unveiling the complexities, challenges, and transformative potential inherent in this struggle.

Renaissance

Call me the Duke of Silence, I resonate with the six elders at the Gala. I would rather commend a madman for saving a cat, Than applaud politicians in SUVs, Wearing first-class Royce, While we suffer in harsh economic downfall. Renaissance is my diploma, I’ve come to see through all peers, Shady thoughts and unclear actions. Living is now a matter of, “What do you bring to the table?” Youthful pride in contrast to, “Why should I answer that?” Suffering childhood memories, Seems to be the best ph

Pied Piper

007 The children laughed just by the mention of his name. They understand the meaning of liberated that he claims, they understand the happiness that he spoke of. The only one who don't understand him were the adults. He took the children to play in the mountains, to laugh and get dirty while dancing and singing non-stop. He let them remember that they are still a child, a child that's supposed to run and get wild. He freed them from the shackles of society and obedience, letting them rebel to f

FREEDOM FROM EVERYTHING

This poem basically explains the struggle that I face in my life and how I feel being different from others

Unsent Love Letters

026 Scribbles written on a piece of paper, an emotion and feelings of an admirer. Confession were marked in each pages, freeing the emotions from its cages. Black ink formed words, sealed inside the envelope as a letter should. Each lines were full of admiration, a pure and innocent adoration. On these letters, a tale was mold, a secret story that is yet to be told. On these folded papers lies the hidden feelings, a strange and crazy emotions that clings. However, these letters were remain hidde

Beautiful Nature Poems

When we take the time to examine the beauty of the world around us, we are able to see parallels within our own lives. One who in tune with nature is in tune with the practice of living. Nature moves in a spiral as do our personal lives.

She was a Poem

028 She was a poem with rhymes and rhythm, someone whose secrets are hidden. Her faithful friend was her pen, an object who witnessed her veiled shenanigan. She was a poem that only a few can understand. Someone private and hard to comprehend. The papers are her companion at night, forming her thoughts as her pen took flight. She was an unfinished poem hiding traumas behind the pages. Unraveled emotions and tears are hidden inside her cages. Millions of thoughts keep her awake at night, shadows

Mother Earth

Let us protect Mother Earth from Climate Change