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Resilient Dawn's Grace

MIRROR, kind and true, No judgment, just a view. BED, a friend in need, Listening as problems feed. DREAM, an escape's embrace, Reality's troubles we erase. RAIN, tears from the sky, Crying with you, never shy. DARKNESS, a hidden space, Your pain it will embrace. SHOWER, washing pain away, With each drop, a brighter day. MUSIC, healing artful sound, Heart's solace easily found. GOD, a guiding light, Through the darkest night.

"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,

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

Sunrise

Remember when the sun rises, and how beautiful it was that morning, It started to soar higher, to meet its delightful beginning. But not for us, have you forgotten? the daybreak knows why we parted, and how we ended things between us, It was the ending that got me unsettled. As much as the sun knows most of it, It is aware of my fear and shock, however, I understand myself more deeply, for it doesn’t know how much I want you back. So when the sun greeted the morning with joy, and welcoming it to

Rain filled with tears 😢

In the pouring rain, tears streaming down, Silent screams echo without a sound. From the depths of your being, a cry released, A wound unseen, pain never ceased. When your heart plummets, heavy and low, I understand your storm, the tempest's blow. I know your melody, your soul's refrain, Though your story's secrets may remain. Diverse souls we bear, unique in our frame, Yet intertwined, connected all the same. For in shared experiences, we unite, Embracing the human journey's light.

Haunted Dreams

I had this problem of having nightmares early this year to the extent of not sleeping.I was afraid if sleeping but poetry kept me moving Writting out what and how i felt really helped me alot. Thank you poetry.

Change

The poetries, that once Became, the voice to my feelings; Run behind me today, To engulf and torment me. Yes, those very same words, Instead of filling me with extacy, Haunts me today. Why?! Because People change! And words can not...

Poem on name Harika

In the fields of gold, Where the sunflowers sway, There stands a girl, so bold, Harika, is her name. With hair like silk, and eyes like stars, She walks with grace and poise, She tends to the crops and mends the bars, With her gentle, loving voice. She sings to the wind, and the wind replies, With a symphony of sound, And in her presence, all the world sighs, With love that knows no bound. For Harika is not just a girl, But a force of nature too, She brings light to the world, And makes all thin

The Value of Friendship and Paradise (Poem)

friends, colleagues, companions, I am happy with you. we always get along This bond is the most basic function. I am proud to be your partner. Friendship is our most precious religion. Let there be no trouble between you, If this bond is ever inseparable. Affection, sympathy, affection and passion, I am with you all. Friends, to you my heart is like heaven, It is important to know that friendship can be an invaluable asset in one's life.

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

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,

IF HEAVEN HAD VISITING HOURS

If heaven had visiting hours, I would talk to God like I talk to myself, I want to see him shrug when I tell him I'm losing faith. I want to watch him stay quiet for a while, and say, God? What's on your mind? If heaven had visiting hours, I would take a stroll with Jesus when I feel depressed, I want his hands on my shoulder when I pour out my heart so I can look up in his eyes and say, you feel me right? cause friends are supposed to feel each other. If heaven had visiting hours, I wish we cou

Loving you keeps on becoming easier

Loving you keeps on becoming easier Some people want to hit the rainbow nation, I just want to make you my nation. Taking you on a very romantic vacation, and have some good times in island nation. Since we became a unit, my life had a few tweaks. How I am ignoring and ditching my friends. As weird as it sounds I even missed my team’s games because your love is competing with my interests. With you emotional intelligence is growing bigger, my love for you keeps on getting deeper. As these love c

Matters Of The Heart ❤️

This talks about feelings, actions, that affects decisions made by our heart, its also a poem to help motivate. Thanks.

Keep Going

How to keep going...

Again The Second Coming

✓ Again The Second Coming ✓ [ Inspired by ©W. B. Yeats "The Second Coming" ] ✓ Improve English @ rovlo.blogspot.com

Seldom

I was lonely one night and an inspiration came,so i thought of making that thiught into words. You are never alone out there,trust me

Loneliness

Loneliness: A Poem A void that eats away inside, A solitude that cannot hide. A constant ache, an empty space, A hollow feeling, without a trace. A lonely heart, a quiet mind, A longing for connection to find. A longing for love, for human touch, For someone who cares, who means so much. The silence deafening, the world so vast, No one to talk to, no one to last. A world so cruel, so cold, so grey, A life so empty, day after day. The pain so real, the tears so true, A soul so broken, a heart so