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Echoes of the past

Enjoy your self

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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

Future hope poem

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HEALING : My trauma

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A family's bliss

In your eyes, I find a universe so vast, Our dreams entwined, an eternity cast. Hand in hand, through life's intricate design, A tapestry woven with threads divine. As we journey together, through joy and strife, I find happiness in the rhythm of life. With you, my love, and our child unseen, A family's bliss, an everlasting sheen.

Feminism

A poem by Ubaid Ullah with comprehensive and rhyming style.

The Blind Old Guitarist

037 Along the dirty pavement of an old city, where each dark alleys are covered with peasants begging for alms. The blind old guitarist were cramped in the corner most of the alley, gently strumming his worn guitar, creating harmonies to get some dimes. The melody travels along the cacophony of voices, masking the reality behind the poor and dark passage. The music lives behind the curtain, overlooked by their velvet and silk dresses. T'was a horrible reality where poverty is their entourage. Th

Love

In the depths of my heart, love blossoms anew, A feeling profound, yet so simple and true. A love like no other, so pure and divine, A love that is yours, eternally mine. With every heartbeat, your name softly resounds, A captivating rhythm that surrounds. Your smile, a sunrise that brightens my day, Guiding me through life, in a magical way. The touch of your hand, a gentle caress, Leaves me breathless, in a state of bliss. Your laughter, a melody that charms my soul, Filling my world with joy,

In His Life, I'm Not the Female Protagonist

In a world of tales, where each heart's a book, A girl believed, with a hopeful look. That everyone's the lead in their own rhyme, She, too, the star in her own sweet time. Through life's story, she danced with glee, Her spirit waltzing, wild and free. She thought, "I'm the main, the shining one, In the story of life, I'm second to none." But one day, a twist, a plot untold, A love story with edges rough and bold. She glimpsed his eyes, a captivating sight, Yet, in his world, she was out of sigh

Vibrations

"The lips of wisdom are closed, except to the ears of understanding"

Poème sur l'amour

Dans le jardin du cœur, l'amour épanouit, Fleur aux pétales doux, tendresse qui grandit. Les regards complices, une danse légère, L'écho des émotions, mélodie sincère. Les mains entrelacées, complices comprennent, Des serments muets, des vœux qui s'étendent. Chaque battement, une symphonie envoûtante, L'amour, éternel, une flamme étincelante. Au fil des saisons, l'amour résiste, Aux vents contraires, il persiste. Sous la pluie des jours sombres, il protège, Éclat lumineux qui toujours allège. Ai

Alone

In the silence that stretches in the darkest night, My solitude gently whispers to me. A melancholic atmosphere adorns my heart, Like a sorrowful melody that lingers. Within the profound stillness, I contemplate in eternal solitude. Like a lone star in the vast sky, I am trapped in an untouched world. In my solitude, I feel the vibrations of my heart, Flowing in an unheard rhythm. Darkness surrounds, yet I do not feel alone, For my solitude is a true companion. In solitude, I encounter my true s

Cat love 💟

The poem captures the beauty of a cat's love. It describes how, in the quiet of the night, cats show their affection through soft purrs, cuddles, and graceful movements. Their love brings comfort and solace, and they hold a special place in our hearts. The poem encourages us to cherish the unique and gentle love that cats offer.

Renaissance

Call me the Duke of Silence, I resonate with the six elders at the Gala. I would rather commend a madman for saving a cat, Than applaud politicians in SUVs, Wearing first-class Royce, While we suffer in harsh economic downfall. Renaissance is my diploma, I’ve come to see through all peers, Shady thoughts and unclear actions. Living is now a matter of, “What do you bring to the table?” Youthful pride in contrast to, “Why should I answer that?” Suffering childhood memories, Seems to be the best ph

I'M FINE

Don't get me wrong The sound from the gong Makes me locomote It's magical. Take note Do I look sad? I'm happy can't you see? I guess a little isn't bad. I'm on a happy spree!! Woohoo! I'm fine, don't worry about me I might look like I'm creep'n I don't want to be attached with Kraepelin My fathers before me Couldn't have any sentiments. Do they? Such predicament. Maybe if I was born in ancient Rome. Where I would have to fight and give birth and marry and have grandchildren and die a noble death

A letter from the heart

A LETTER FROM THE HEART Dear Lover, To think just a few minutes ago, I didn't have the strength to write to you, but thinking about you makes me want to write..... Before we proceed, I want you to know that these are words I have always wanted to tell you..... Come closer, what I am about to say is private... Shhhh You know... I miss you so deeply that, every thought of you feels me with sweet emotions... You know... I love it when you call my name... oh, what I would give to hear you whisper it

Fred the rich man

There once was a rich man named Fred, Whose wealth was so vast, it spread. He had mansions and yachts galore, But he was still a terrible bore. One day, Fred was walking down the street, When he saw a homeless man sleeping at his feet. Fred laughed and said, "Look at you, so poor, While I have more money than I can endure." The homeless man looked up and said, "I may be poor, but I'm not dead. I may not have mansions and yachts, But I have friends and I'm not a sot." Fred was so angry, he turned

THE FATHER FIGURE

A quick glance at the Family tree, He does exist legitimately for free. His presence is a treasure, And absence feels like torture. Dad reduces himself to zero, So the Kids can have a hero. In the unforgiving life of the city, He pushes to carry out his responsibility. It might not be the same as Rome, But there are loud cheers when he eventually comes home. To the woke world, his role is like that of a contractor, To the Kids, he is the ultimate protector.

Until i meet you

Before I met you, I thought I was happy, and I was, but I had never known the rich contentment, deep satisfaction, and total fulfillment you brought to me when you came into my life. Before I met you, I felt a lot of things, good things, but I had never experienced the indescribably intense feelings I have for you. Before I met you, I thought I knew myself, and I did, but you looked deep inside me and found fresh new things for us to share. Before I met you, I thought I knew about love, but I di