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A Priceless Pi - To Mine Or Not To Mine

This Pi I mine Is mine Not mine really It’s hers She’s unaware Yet I see on her stories Taunt of those who mine A wise man told her Of how hopeless and lazy we are Conmen everywhere But the future I promised her And the love it grooms Is built on the Pi I mine While in turn she mines me her heart – maybe Faith If this mine never sees light, later At least her heart would have become mine Honey Pie A priceless Pi

"The All-Seeing Deity: A Divine Ode"

In the realm unseen, a vigilant eye, A deity above, watching you and I. With tender care, our steps observed, Guiding us, when life's paths unnerved. A presence divine, encompassing all, Heeding our whispers, both big and small. Through darkest nights and brightest days, His guiding light forever ablaze. A merciful gaze, upon hearts burdened, Love's embrace, in moments uncertain. With grace bestowed, our worries allayed, In His embrace, solace is conveyed. Oh, divine observer, majestic and wise,

ONCE A LOVER, NOW A DEVIL by Richie Kharis

She told him "I hate you," but he took it as a joke Her smile was deceiving and her voice was relieving He only saw an angel with a figure like an eight And never bothered to take note of her repeated joke He told her, " Look, I love you—I'll take a blow for you." But she looked at him smiling as if his words were untrue Yes, I know, but I still hate you because that is what I do Again, he waved, but this time those words came sinking through I see you working, defending me, and fighting for me

A poem about winter

Here's a humorous poem about a grumpy old man who doesn't want to participate in winter activities: Oh Rajab Zamstran, oh grumpy old man, Why do you resist the winter plan? The snow is fallin g, the fire is lit, But you refuse to join in the fun and grit. You scowl and grumble, you shake your head, "I won't play in the snow," you say instead. You cross your arms, you furrow your brow, Like a grouchy cat, you won't let go. But why, dear Rajab, must you be so sour? Winter's joy is worth much more.

Tells a truth too hard to bear

A poem written by an anonymous poet...

Happy birthday poem to a friend

Happy birthday to such a wonderful soul, Plentiful with love, you made it to become one more year old, Still slaying like ever before, Serving prettiness and sexiness, Hope you enjoy your day to the fullest, And this chapter will be plentiful with happiness, Happy birthday to you my friend.

A Fool's Tale.

Everyone's got a Fool's Tale, it just depends on when it's told.

A feeling

So often I smile without a course, and get lost in the moment laughing alone. The felicity I have is so sone, so that I laugh alone without a joke. All this wode because of persist intuition. A feeling without dimensions and edges yet in description can exhaust all pages, and on the surfaces its my ignition for instinct. A feeling that is very exciting, yet a rumor says it can be easily be extinct. A barrier of active and passive is fine margin. A feeling of perceptions and impressions. A feelin

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

Happiness is a Choice

Happiness is a choice, A decision we make each day, To embrace the joy within us, And let our worries fade away. It's not found in wealth or power, Or the things that we possess, But in the moments that we treasure, And the people that we bless. It's the laughter of children playing, The warmth of the sun on our skin, It's the love that we give and receive, And the peace that we find within. Happiness is a journey, Not a destination to reach, It's a state of mind and heart, That we can always ch

A love with no end

Love sweet like summer's day That grows stronger, never fades away A love that never ends Full of joy, a never loss Something so precious, a priceless cost To hug and kiss and laugh and love Could no thing ever compare When boughs bend with the wind This flame will never wither, again Always watching over us, no matter what A strong love, binding us together Our hearts beat as one and it will never sever A love with no end, forever me and you A love that will never, ever fade away and stay true.

1. "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost: The poem presents a speaker who comes across a fork in the

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way lea

Life

Life To me life do not have an exact definition And at the same time life is not balanced Some are rich, some are poor, some are dead, some are alive, some can eat, some can not eat, some have food, some do not have food, some have a job, some do not have a job, some are black some are white, some are wicked some are Good, some are Christian's some are Muslims. If life is balanced everybody must be equal If you are rich, then I must also be a rich boy But if life is balanced life will not be int

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A Poem about "NATURE"

In nature's realm, where wonders dwell, Beneath the sky's expansive spell, Where rivers flow and mountains rise, And forests sing with whispered sighs. The morning dew on petals bright, Reflects the sun's awakening light, A symphony of colors, pure and true, Painted by a hand unseen, yet knew. In meadows green, where wildflowers dance, And butterflies in fleeting romance, Each breeze that whispers through the trees, Carries secrets of the ancient seas. The stars above, a timeless guide, Through

A shoulder to cry on

A shoulder to cry on A shoulder to cry on is better than gold, In dark times  it gives energy to go on. Lights that were turned off  will be turn on while it comforts like a mother to new born giving hope and erasing pain of what is gone. A shoulder to cry on help you to mourn providing company until you set on new dawn. It understand why you cry and what you lost. It doesn’t intent to show off hence it never fall short and comes from the least expected with no cost.

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven

My mother doesn't read books, she reads people who read books. like she read my cousin who was pregnant at 16 because she tasted lemon dewdrops in early sunrise and the bittersweet experience of motherhood never left her palm like a written note. my mother could read fever just by placing hands on the forehead of her child, you could say she was the MOM in therMOMeter because my mom never kept us in a room temperature... to say, she didn't want us to get spoilt, she tightened up every corner tha

Give Your Black Boy A Flower

Your black boy Is a garden of stumps, his heart is rooted out of a fertile ground for you to plant a dream on his Humus skin. he Is a machine Void of human language. He understands solely, his breath on your skin and the sweet nectar of your pineapple lips. Again, he is an illustrative painting of your dad. He watches you grow Into his arms like sweet alyssums sprouting in early winter as he lays on your flower bed nurturing his lovelessness into something. And of all that he deserves... the ros

Ode to Life: A Tapestry Woven with Laughter and Tears

Life, a tapestry so vast and grand, Woven with threads of every strand. Births and deaths, a constant hum, Love and loss, forever come. Laughter rings, like windblown chimes, Echoing through childhood's climes. Sun-kissed days and starry nights, Chasing dreams in joyful flights. Passion burns, a fiery pyre, Setting hearts and souls afire. Love's embrace, a tender hold, Stories whispered, never told. Loss descends, a whispered sigh, Tears that fall from tear-filled eye. But even grief, a teacher

A POEM ABOUT BATTERY OF LIFE FOR YOUNG, ADULT & OLD

In youth's vibrant frame, a battery charged Full of time's promise, energy enlarged Yet scarce the coin a humble currency Yet rich in dreams, a boundless sea An adult strides with pockets full Energy brimming, ambitions to cull Yet time, a fleeting currency Dwindles fast, a measured decree. The old man sits, a wealth of years Time and money, joys and tears Energy wanes, a gentle ebb But riches amassed, a life to web Differences stark, yet similarities bind, A trio of batteries, intertwined Youth