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In the Whirlwind Of Love by Queen

TRUE MASK OF POLITICIAN

Talks about what politicians live for in a third world countries

The Tiny Stranger At George

One day at a pet shop, I met a man selling socks, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some white fox. "Got any white fox?" asked I. "For that's how I'll spend my money." "No white fox here!" said the guy. He seemed to find it quite funny. "We've got some lovely crisps, I'll give you a very fine price." "I'd rather have some wisps." The man blinked rapidly thrice. The man seemed exceptionally energetic, And his manner was strangely amused. He wasn't what I would call electromagnetic,

Surrender.

Lights were out, she curled up in bed Against her will, her mind flooded with memories In the quiet night, she could hear her silent cries She shivered and her heart ached The sky was as black as soot, not a ray of sunlight Mixed feelings in an endless loop, like the figure of eight It took bravery to say goodbyes when feelings died. With the passing of time, she was pacified Time was all it took to mend the heart-or what was left of it Muscular yet fragile, like a poorly wired circuit So it was

IAM YET TO DIE

TITLE: I AM YET TO DIE POET: ABDULLATIF KHALID. I rise, alive, with a sigh, Whispers of wind, wistful and high. In every breath, a gentle cry, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Echos of eternity, entwined, In vibrant veins, life's rhythm defined. A symphony of moments, unconfined, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Silent symposium, shadows sway, Moonlit melodies, in darkness play. A lullaby, sung by stars, they say, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Whispering waves, upon the shore, The ocean's

The Reign Without a Throne; A poem by Aloo Denish Obiero

Link: https://allpoetry.com/poem/18718795-The-Reign-Without-a-Throne-by-Aloo-Denish-Obiero

SATURDAY

A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning went

From Potential to Greatness; A poem Aloo Denish Obiero

Link: https://allpoetry.com/poem/17259662-From-Potential-to-Greatness-by-Aloo-Denish-Obiero

Smiling Sun

“Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.” ...

I love you yet I feel more

I love you  yet I feel more. Ever since I laid my eyes on you something change inside my heart. I lost my reasoning, and be impulsive. When you appear I stagnate but  thinking of you I blast in bliss  . When you look at me I fall into a trap, of looking the most enchanting being, hence I shy and look away often. My strength just dissolve in your smile. I become sweet, soft and fluffy. There is something that I feel inside, but it become lost in translation. All I can say is I love you yet I feel

HEART OF MAN

The heart of man is sensational. The heart of man is emotional, it is magnificent. The heart of man is cruel. The heart of man is either fragile or desperately wicked. It signifies the nature of human cos man's attitude and characteristics is as a result of his heart. Every step he takes is from the thought he thinks, cos as a man thinks so he is. The condition of his heart is as a gives birth to what he vomits out of his mouth and exhibits. Should the heart be in a good condition, he pours or r

Towards the light

- Maybe you think the winter is gonna last forever - Maybe you long for the sunkiss with a change of weather - But have you ever thought that : - All this darkness is leading you to an endless light - And without the night - you'd be blind from seeing directly the sunlight - Your eyes needed to grow - For you to learn how to dance in the pain under the rain and let everything flow - We're all here to feel the sadness - Try to color your own world with gratefulness - in life we have the freedom t

Title: Embracing My Passions Poetry, Badminton, Books, Movies, and Music

the explore of passions that light up my life and inspiration.I have discovered a world of self-expression and comforts. poetry is to express depths of my emotions, thought. And I Enjoy of playing badminton. Books enhance my vocabulary, imagination and inspiration, learning and Movies are my comforters, providing solace teach me about life, I find solace in the embrace of music.transport me to a serene sea, where I can sit on the sand and let my imagination free, comforting me.

شام جو هي پهر

شام جو هي پهر Evening poetry in sindhi #sindhipoetry555

RESPECT

Don't command respect but persuade respect. Don't disregard it but appreciate it. Don't take it for granted but rather take it as a privilege and value it . Cos they respect you doesn't mean they should be oppressed. Cos they respect you doesn't mean they should be taken as a fool. Cos they respect you doesn't mean they should be used as a slave. Cos they respect you doesn't mean they should be treated as trash. Respect they say is reciprocal ,believe and accept the fact. Don't always exact aggr

I'm just one (poetry)

They say I'm two, but I'm just one, A mystery to unravel, yet to be undone. I stand before them, flesh and bone, But they see two, a duality unknown. They question my existence, my very being, As if two souls within me are disagreeing. But I assure them, with every breath I take, That I am one, my heart and soul at stake. They point to my contradictions, my every flaw, As if two personas within me are at war. But I tell them, with every word I speak, That I am one, my identity not weak. For I am

Islamic

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The Isolated Porcupine

A poem about little porcupine

By the river side.

By the river side, A peaceful retreat Where a gentle breeze blows And the sun's heat The birds chirping and singing, The trees blowing in the wind, The grass swayed in harmony, The water trickled in a gentle din. The sound of the river soothes my soul, The scent of the grass sweet and bold The sight of the river, so clear and blue, It's beauty like nothing I ever knew. The river side, A place of solace and peace, Where I can go to find A calming release