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Contentment

Contentment Brings Joy A sweet serenity it brings In the midst of daily tasks Without it, life suffers Contentment gives you strength It touches the very core Leaves you peaceful and whole And open for more Contentment brings joy Peaceful bliss awaits It's found in everyday moments Here we truly do create Contentment renews the soul Sparking joy through and through It's such a special feeling You know only its true

Ode to Nature's Beauty

Amidst the tapestry of time, so grand, A realm of wonder where life expands, Nature's canvas, vibrant and free, A symphony of beauty for all to see. Mountains rise, their heads in the sky, Whispering secrets to clouds passing by, Majestic trees, arms reaching high, Tell stories to the wind as it rushes nigh. Rivers dance in a shimmering trance, Carving paths through earth's expanse, Their liquid notes a soothing song, Guiding all creatures along. Oh, the oceans with depths untold, A universe wit

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 poem daffodils has been written by William wordsworth

The poem daffodils has been written by William wordsworth. a romantic poet.In this poem he describe the beauty of nature.

Poem

Sunset's glow, a sight to see A sky ablaze, a symphony Of colors, warm and bright Fading into the night Clouds of pink and orange hues Majestic beauty, nature's muse The world below in soft repose As daylight fades, so it goes A moment captured, brief but true A fleeting beauty, renewed anew In memories and in the heart A work of art, never to depart

Love 💗

My love for you is like a river That flows from my heart to yours It's a never-ending stream of emotion That grows stronger each passing day My love for you is like a mountain That stands tall and proud It's a fortress of devotion That will never be brought down My love for you is like a star That twinkles in the night sky It's a beacon of hope and joy That will never fade away My love for you is like a song That plays in my head all day long It's a melody of adoration That will never cease to p

Poem

Miss Me When I'm gone, will you miss me? Will you think of all the times we shared? Will you smile at the memories, or cry for the loss? Will you keep me in your heart, or let me fade away? Will you cherish our bond, or break it with a word? Will you honor our promises, or forget them in a day? Will you miss me when I'm gone, or will you move on? Will you look for me in the stars, or in someone else's eyes? Will you miss me when I'm gone, or will you be glad I'm gone?

The Poet's Realm

An amazing poem from an anonymous poet. Do you like the poem bellow?

A Chaotic World To Nurture

Superstar's first rhymes after The Existence created him. From a section of The Songs of Lexicon called Superstar's Rhymes

Love peom

Love is what I see when I look at you

A glimpse of nostalgia

Once in a rainy field The wet grass and the scent it yield Over the horizon of clouds and grey The mountains show yet too shy to play The buzzing streets and the sound it makes And the trucks so fast they can't press the breaks Standing there near an empty chair I saw her running with rain drops on her hair She aranged her looks and lovely dress And I catched a glimpse of beauty on her mess As she looked at me with gentle eyes I stared away yet her beauty never lies As the bus honked, stopped an

Puppet

Your beauty bewitched me, Just like a moth drawn to a flame, You pulled me and I couldn't resist And just like a puppet You made me dance to your rhythm I was a hopeless romantic A slave to your love

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.

No Goodbye

My head became buried deep in her neck, The odor of her hair delivered consolation To my as soon as-lonely heart...

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.

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem

The Isolated Porcupine

A poem about little porcupine

New month prayer

Dear Heavenly Father, We give thanks for a fresh start, As we enter a new month, Let us have a thankful heart. We pray for guidance and strength, To search for better days ahead, Lead us out of times of distress, Help us to know when to take a rest. We pray for faith and resilience, And for others, may we share Your grace. Help us to use our time wisely, And see Your goodness in each place. We thank You for Your everlasting love, Your presence that is always near. Your goodness remains unwaverin

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