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HELLO FOR THE TIME

**I called out for help but no one answered **Pesting my way through to peace **I gave my very all but it never mattered **They took it all, down to the last piece **They said he is fine, he is better off alone **All man to his demon, but mine is legion **They said he is lying, we can tell from his tone **Self righteous bastards, blinded by religion **I heard he died yesterday, oh rest his soul **Pay homage with your cash and flowers **I heard his life was barren, no seed to sow **He died of col

Think of Me

Remember me as a pen in your hand— You hold so I can stand, You guide me so I can walk; Persistent in letters and talk. Think of me as a tree— I grow as I stay with thee, To bear much fruit for you and me, I'll be still and be so merry. Imagine me as a bed— Lie in me if you're tired, A good sleep is all you need In you I'm perfectly suited. Meditate me as a waterfall— Consistently flowing but peaceful, Much relaxing and so cool, A company with you so meaningful.

IF YOU LOVE ME

If you love me Let me know And if you don't Let me go.... The dream break into a million tiny pieces The dream dies, which leaves me with a choice I can either settle for reality, or I can...... Go off like a fool and dream another dream The scariest thing about distance is.... You don't know of they would miss you or forget you, Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, pain lasts forever...... Thanks to you, I don't even recognize myself anymore. I can't wait for the day I would look at you and fee

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That which was supposed to bring warmth

What is this? This pain in my heart Why is it there? Because I gave away my heart That which was supposed to bring me warmth Brought me pain She who was supposed to help lick my wounds Became the source of my pain It's funny how life is Having relationships in life Simply is not easy It may be worse than being alone in life Words Of The Betrayed Songs of Lexicon LEXICON'S LEXICONS

My Simple life

In a world so fast and complicated, I choose to live a life less inundated. With fewer possessions and distractions galore, I embrace simplicity, seeking something more. I wake to the sun's soft morning glow, As nature's symphony begins to grow. Abandoning the rush of the urban sprawl, I find solace in the simple, away from it all. I dwell in a humble, rustic abode, A cozy sanctuary, my mind's episode. Surrounded by nature's gentle embrace, I find tranquility in this humble space. My days are fi

Lonely feeling with thoughts of mine

You are the night, I am the moon, The time we are meeting, It's a pleasure my dear.... As soon as I got the distance second, Is it love, I found it my love..... You are the bank, I am the wave which is touching you... Oh ... My heart beats like a foam, Oh my soul.... Tell the love, In the edge of my ear ... A single look is enough to die, My soul..... Another single look is enough to born....

Soul

if you have ever walked crying in the rain if you have ever screamed with no sound at the top of your lungs if you have ever had a very deep wound with no rushing blood to show if you have ever felt your heart fall within your chest then I know your storm I know your song Even though I may not know your story Our souls though different they are one and the same

New week blessing

A time for new beginnings, A fresh chance for change, A time of hope and potential, Let this new week arrange. May times of joy and laughter Bring us out from our walls, And miles of memories made Drive away our sorrows. As the week unfolds its fortune, Let us be graced with good luck, In mind, body and spirit, Our paths can never be stuck. A blessing for a new week That our lives may be blessed, A chance to learn, improve and grow, And our worries laid to rest.

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.

For my friends, family and followers

Roses are red, violets are blue Your support is what I most love and appreciate, It's because of you my dreams comes true And motivation to progress never dissipates. The love and admiration I receive Is enough to make a heart sizzle and soar, Your belief and generous gestures I would never deceive And forever be grateful for what you have in store. Your comments and suggestions Are always welcome and appreciated, No matter the situation's pressure You make me feel respected. My followers, I wan

THE MOON'S REFLECTION

022 The mood above is as calm as always, the exact opposite of my heart's beatings. Its reflections on the clear waters make me feel closer to its bench, so close and just within my reach. And yet, it was far and beyond me, too far and impossible to hold his regime. I loved the moon, the calm and serene moon. But it was too much, too deep for me to atone. It would always belong somewhere, somewhere only the likes of it can enter. And I would just continue to look up at its supremity, ignoring th

Poetry

A compilation of the poems I wrote throughout the years

Sonnet 7: will you still love me?

Sonnet 7: will you still love me? When this beauty fades will you still love me? This was her words questioning my intentions. I dwell in my mind before I manifest my Revelations, being analytical and honest not to be crème. My answer is the truth it do not decay with time for I don't want to be a subject of prosecution, and only truth will be my protection. Here is my answer for "will you still love me?" The subject of my love is the subject of your conduct. I love the peace that has bonded int

The Ballad of Amelia Grace | Poem

Try to understand the meaning of the poem, if you can! A poem from an anonymous poet. Read here...

They Aspire

They Aspire Its flabbergasting when spectators are astonished I tried to conceal my path and yet viewed like cinema. I am not a public figure but my actions are figures, well documented and displayed like perfect picture being traced and analyzed like next opponent in the fixture sometime being trapped their desire is capture. For being honest and just they hold grudge. For picking my path and dwell on it they judge. For being myself they trick, tempt and wish I budge, for they disturb my peace

Liquor-Damus

A Short Poem Written By Alex O'bor Liquor-Damus Black-out at the backseat Oh no, i think its a dream Soak my robes in blood and spray my head with hot coals and ashes It's worthless if it's not over heels Because Scholars told me "Love heals" So i got mine scattered like branches of the grapevine Still, Eve is not mine Oh no, i think its a dream. Since after the Fall of mankind; Juices from the apple fruits never tasted sweet I'm Naked on the North-Pole Then i lay my heart bare on its cold sheet

The Beauty of Nature's Peace

Nature is a gift, it brings us peace and joy It's beauty is so grand, it can fill us with joy The sun's rays shine down, and the birds sing in the sky The trees sway in the breeze, and the flowers bloom so high The rolling hills and the meadows, the rivers and the streams The beauty of nature, it's a sight to be seen The stars twinkle in the night, and the moon glows so bright The beauty of nature, it's a sight to delight The peace of nature, it can bring us solace It can bring us joy, and help

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