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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

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MOTHER

Poem - MOTHER By - Ansh Pratap Singh (Auradeus)

Love

Love, the sweetest thing on earth, That fills our hearts with endless mirth, A force that makes the world go round, And in its grip, we are tightly bound. It starts with a spark, a glint in the eye, A feeling that makes us feel so alive, A warmth that spreads from deep within, And fills us up like a bright, shining grin. Love is a flame that burns bright and strong, A feeling that lasts our whole life long, It brings us hope, it gives us light, And it makes everything feel just right. Love is a

Winters Embrace

The winter snow falls gently and covers the world in white. The cold wind whispers through the bare trees, but in the heart of winter's embrace is the warmth of loved ones and cherished memories. Embrace the chill and find joy in the winter season.

Anger

I have taught myself to forgive my offenders so I let go of anger. Though they may not have remorse nor apologize for harm they set on me but I have learn to forgive and let go. Anger is like uncontrollable fire the only way to stop it is to burn out. When let burns it acts like a laser with a strong radiation that is poisonous. Anger is infection, it cause harm. Anger is very flammable like a fire, destroying nature to pave for dire, So that weeds like hatred can bloom. The best way to burn out

MELLOW DEATH

Sweet melancholy of stunning face by my crib. The Silent sound of my death rattle. I hike facets. In resplendent apparel of grace. Listening to the dark choir of the night. As the Nightingale plays the lullaby. The night of the dark moment. Whispering in the ear of every head. Do not mourn my demise! On a segue to a beautiful land. Seek solace in your storm. I live in death. I am not dead! I live daily In tranquility in one big Sauna. I bid goodbyel. © Ferdinand

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.

Poem

Comedy

Sweet home

No place like home

Poem

Pitter-patter rain drops come to the ground Washing all the sins Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground Giving his bounties Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground Taking away all the sorrows Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground Spreading the happiness Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground

To My Lover 💌

All I can say is I'm in love.

Love poem

Love you guys

Eternal melodies🌹

In the garden of dreams, where roses bloom, Under moonlit skies, love's sweet perfume. Whispers of stardust dance on gentle breeze, Two hearts entwined, love's eternal keys.

I will rise up

A man's wish to rise up. Taken from Words of Encouragement and Hope from Songs of Lexicon

"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,

Trust

Trust takes time to build It’s not an easy thrill But with patience and honest words It will grow strong and still It’s knowing someone’s your friend That gives hope and good cheer No matter what comes your way Trust will always be here Trust can be hard for some But for others it comes easy It’s the bond we share That makes us truly free.

The Tattoo On My Ring Finger (Inspired from TXT's Song)

020 Together, we bought that shiny ring, our promises and dreams, on this piece of metal cling. The smiles and laughter that we shared, the warmth of your kisses and hugs are now lost in the maze's dead-end. Your traces are gone, vanished without a trace. All that's left is this mark on my ring finger that I always caressed. Your place beside the bed feels cold, I'm missing your smell, my life feels void. The tattoo on my ring finger is now a memory, a memory where you are mine in my every day.

The poor grape seller boy(poem)

In the scorching heat, a boy stands tall, Selling grapes, his dreams he recalls. A humble soul, with calloused hands, He weaves his way through life's vast lands. Each grape he holds, a story untold, Of resilience and hope, so bold. With every cluster, he shares a taste, Of perseverance and strength embraced. Beneath the sun, his spirit shines bright, A symbol of courage in the harshest plight. Through dust and toil, he perseveres, A silent poet amid life's tears. In his presence, a lesson we fi