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No summary only poetry we live for rhyme with no extra time.

Long Lonely road

Long lonely road The long, lonely road stretches on, No end or beginning in sight, Emptiness and darkness surround me, An abyss I cannot fight. The flicker of stars in the sky, Promise of hope in the night, Fading like a forgotten dream, Dissolving into the light. The winds blow prophetic warnings, And whisper secrets in my ear, Of an unknowable destiny, A future that I cannot hear. The darkness taunts me onward Through my distant, foggy flight, Lifting my sorrows to heaven, To roam this endless

LEGACY

Setting up a good pace

Alice and the hatters curse

Mad

Do I Care? Yes I Do!

One may ask what are friends for? Send this to a friend.

The Red Wheelbarrow

BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens

MA - The poem by habu

Mother is very valuable person in the whole world. In your bad time, no one will help you, there is no one care about you without your mother. So love your mother, care your mother because only she deserved it from you.Love your Other cause she aspects it from you in her every single time.

Nigeria my pride

Nigeria is renowned for its diversity, with a mix of cultures, religions, and traditions that make up its people. Despite facing various challenges, such as poverty and corruption, Nigerians are known for their strength and resilience. They have a vibrant energy and an unbreakable spirit, which allows them to overcome obstacles and strive for a better future. This combination of diversity, and strength makes Nigeria a unique and dynamic country with great potential for growth and success.

The last wolf

Beneath the fading moon's soft glow, The last wolf treads where shadows flow. A sentinel of ages old, In tales of wilderness, its story told. Majestic spirit, fierce and wild, Guardian of the night, undefiled. Legends woven through the trees, Whisper of strength in every breeze. Lone survivor of a primal land, Pawprints etched in the shifting sand. Eyes that hold the secrets deep, In twilight's realm, its vigil to keep. Oh, last wolf, your howl shall fade, But in our hearts, your memory's laid.

Rain filled with tears 😢

In the pouring rain, tears streaming down, Silent screams echo without a sound. From the depths of your being, a cry released, A wound unseen, pain never ceased. When your heart plummets, heavy and low, I understand your storm, the tempest's blow. I know your melody, your soul's refrain, Though your story's secrets may remain. Diverse souls we bear, unique in our frame, Yet intertwined, connected all the same. For in shared experiences, we unite, Embracing the human journey's light.

flowers in autumn

In autumn's gentle embrace they bloom, Flowers of every color, dispelling gloom, A symphony of petals, nature's art, Whispering tales from the heart. Amidst the golden leaves, they sway, A dance of beauty in the sun's last ray, Bold and fragile, a paradox so true, Capturing time's essence in every hue. The air grows crisp, the days grow cool, Yet the flowers flourish, defying the rule, For in this season of change and decay, They remind us that beauty never fades away.

Haunted Dreams

I had this problem of having nightmares early this year to the extent of not sleeping.I was afraid if sleeping but poetry kept me moving Writting out what and how i felt really helped me alot. Thank you poetry.

love

In the realm of love, my heart took flight, A melody of emotions, pure and bright. Boundless passion, like an eternal flame, Love's enchantment, I can never tame. With every beat, my heart whispers your name, A symphony of longing, a burning flame. In your embrace, I find solace and peace, Love's sweet surrender, a divine release. Your touch, a gentle breeze upon my skin, Ignites a fire, a love that's never been. In your eyes, I see a reflection of my soul, A love story written, destined to unfo

The New Modernism Fate

This poem is written by Jennifer Dowson from United States of America. Poet's photo is attached with the poem. 🔥

Summer breeze

The winter comes, In the disguise of a rainy day. I felt so cold, I can't make you stay. You gave me, a short-time warmth. a love I thought, would stay in my arms.

The points accounts only when, millions others, follow now and then

Let me spit these rhymes first, before I get, to the points, and topic worst, Then the pick, of your crimes, sicking artist, to rehearse, From the core, sweating pore, swearing shore, with the daily chore, To study, with a buddy, for a lady, to be daddy, and be quite shady, With the quiet passion, tearing nights, with compassion, wearing whites, onto mansion, Gearing diet, with a pension, while hearing, me right from, the pension, Cheating the bloody, diddy tension, to beat the Jade e-invasion,

Matters Of The Heart ❤️

This talks about feelings, actions, that affects decisions made by our heart, its also a poem to help motivate. Thanks.

Keep Going

How to keep going...

Crazy Death

A poem to those we have lost in time past and we really miss them

The Woman Who Came In From the Night

The second of Picasso's two full-length plays from the 1940s, Les Quatre Petites Filles, has been translated by Jerome Rothenberg from work he started a few years ago. The passage that Rothenberg uploaded on Poems and Poetics is witty and lovely, evoking Mac Wellman's play Jennie Richee and Ashbery's Girls on the Run. We'd love to read the complete play, but perhaps the Henry Darger connection is too obvious. Note from the translator: Although there may not be as much flash as in the more well-k