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The New Modernism Fate

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

Nature

Nature is a very good source of inspiration

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.

7:30 p.m.

A poem that could easily be a song about something that will never come back…

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,

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

Poem:Forty Winks

Sappy feelings I've got tonight Untold stories must reignite Entralling evenfall outnumbered by stars, Lustrous moonbeam rally my scars Tenuous clouds and flowery eyes; Don't dismay at goodbyes.

Dreams Coming True

Dreams ain't meant for the shelf. They are to come to reality. Its coming true brings joy to the soul and fulfillment to the heart.

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

THE SINFUL POEM.

The poem should be sorry to itself. It is a felony to fall in love and loved as one of many options. The poem and I should not fall in love, It is a short cut to grave and no human being can be trusted. A sin to a poem is to show that God is the source of all problems to his people. In additional to we have no one to trust at all.

I DO NOT LOVE EXCEPT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU (POEM)

I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I w

When I Close My Eyes

A poem written from the depth of my heart in hopes of reaching the bottom of yours.

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

Poetry

A compilation of the poems I wrote throughout the years

What I wish for you

I wish to rain on you a shower of Sakura petals to keep your fire ablaze When it feels like You are in the middle of the ocean and your boat is slowly sinking down I wish to lead you to a field of sunflowers to fill you up with rainbows and sunshine When the clouds are black and you are lost and staggering in a heavy storm and I wish to give you A bonquent of white roses Whenever you let out a smile and you feel like a stray butterfly ~Zanur

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

Poem: thoughts

Poem: Thoughts S.Shabeer Some mistakes are cute, But some are rude, So better to be mute, In the swings of mood. Talk your heart out, But not with crowd, As only with them, With whom you proud.

The Cost of War

The sky is filled with smoke and ash, The ground is stained with blood and tears, The cries of the wounded echo in the air, The screams of the dying fill our ears. The cost of war is too great to bear, The price of freedom can be so high, The lives of the brave are taken away, The families of the fallen left to cry. The heroes of our nation are gone, Their sacrifice will never be forgotten, Their courage and strength will live on, Their memory will remain in our hearts forever. The cost of war i

Truth remains and rise

Reports and scene can be altered, elements introduced or introverted so that certain theme is portrayed, but the truth shall remain and rise. Truth can be buried underground, and be sealed by cement around so that is shall never be found, but it is proud hence it shall rise. At eminent time it shall blossom, converting cement to soil of loam so that it branches until we goam While putting shame to undertaker.

The bear and the two friends

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