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Keep HER safe

Keep her in your safe world 🥰

Hemotional

People who feel are drooping flowers. The tiny ones that the rain beats with it's fists. Anger comes with it's boiling rage. Then the mouth speaks: dropping eggs that are broken alongside many hearts. The sadness follows and then it covers you like a warm duvet. It is like a bodyguard that protects you and pushes everyone else away. When laughter comes, it comes with fear that the good feeling is your salary: it never lasts. What a price to pay for being so sensitive, bending like the plant in t

In Between

035 They said, "work hard if you want to be rich," so we worked until we drop. But those hardships only worth a dime, not even enough to buy meals for the day. They said, "stop being lazy if you want to improve," so we grinded until we can't move. And yet, we are still at the bottom, barely surviving the currents of life. They said, "you are not doing your best that's why you're stuck," so we gave our all until there's nothing left. But how can we be still the same old person? How can we be stil

My own prison

In shadows deep, I find my way, Through endless nights, where demons play. A heavy heart, a weary soul, In this abyss, I've lost control. The weight of sorrow, like a chain, It drags me down, inflicts its pain. A silent scream, unheard by all, In this dark place, I start to fall. But in the depths, a glimmer, slight, A tiny spark, a feeble light. Hope, a fragile, distant gleam, Guides me through this haunting dream. With every breath, I fight the storm, Though weakened, I'll transform. For in my

"Eternal Serenade: A Love Poem"

In the quiet hush of twilight's embrace, Where shadows dance and stars find their place, There blooms a love, pure and true, A timeless bond, between me and you. In your eyes, I find the dawn's first light, A gentle warmth that banishes the night. With every glance, my heart takes flight, Lost in the depths of your soul so bright. Your laughter, like music, fills the air, A symphony of joy, beyond compare. In your arms, I find my solace rare, A sanctuary from life's every care. With every whispe

KESSY 🌹

A little summary about a friend of mine 😅🌹

Cry, it's never a Crime

Even if cry last for the night,joy cometh in the morning

A Broken Heart: For My Friend (Girl)

Everyone has a bittersweet memory with the beloved one. We can be friend with anyone we feel comfortable with. Somehow, the feel we kept for so long can kill us inside. Crush culture, stranger-friend-stranger. That's all

Obsession

025 This couldn't be love, a pure feeling that everyone wanted to have. This isn't affection of a lover, but a shackle of an agonizer. Those intense eyes and stares, followed each movement with glares. Those protective gestures, were not of a gentlemanly manners. That feeling is empty, like a void paper treaty. It'll only look one sidedly, a feeling that will end in tragedy. The tales and folklore knew it all, it wasn't love but a pitfall. A dark desire to imprison, to own someone's beacon. It w

Forgiveness

The hardest word to say, The hardest thing to do, But it's the only way To set yourself free. It doesn't mean you have to forget, Or that what they did was okay, But it does mean you can let go Of the anger and the pain. Forgiveness is a gift, Not just to the other person, But to yourself. It's the key to healing, And it's the only way to move on. So if you're holding on to anger, Or if you're struggling to forgive, Just know that you're not alone. It's a process, and it takes time, But it's wor

Rights of a Child

I am a child which I can do different things Each and every things which my parents told on me. Be good at all times and don't forget to pray God Because God protects me from any harm or in danger. I have the rights to be born and to lived once As I can see, the happy, happy, morning sun Their tender love and care make me be more lively. Through their gently touching makes me more been smiling. As a child, I have a right to play and have fun And to listen my beautiful teacher at school Who teaches me in a good manner and right conduct. As I grew up and molded to be a better man. Thanks for my Mama and Papa for schooling me. They are the one who guide me when I'm growing up, To make myself respectful and courteous. And to be a good leader and a follower.

The secrets untold

Sometime we have alot to say but we can't because we fear how others might react. We want to cry loudly but it turn into silent cry.

Carry Me On

A poem that conveys not only words but also the true scenes that happens behind every painful yet silent love story, Carry Me On is one of poems that speaks for a lover and declares a question in mind, why the hope? Read and enjoy. _drichthepoet

Feminism

A poem by Ubaid Ullah with comprehensive and rhyming style.

"A Spark of Hope"

This is poem about hope in life

All Back

I’ll take it all back If it meant the rewind would fix all the cracks If it means love would stroll even deeper into our hearts And break apart the cages of lust. I’ll take it all back If spaces would close up And initiate those times we made kisses spark in the dark One on one,Eyes locked up to touch And heal the deepest parts Doubts sat to eat to play it’s dirty tracks I’ll take it all back, I’ll take it all back Even if for a minute just to dispatch Every moment of weakness that made us slack

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

Colors of Youth

003 There are certain moments of our lives that we are the brightest. Moments that we are the bravest, persistent, and reckless. We fight for our friends, beliefs, values, love, and dreams. We gave it all, a fight of all or nothing is what it screams. Moments where we believed we can have both love and friendships, full of hopes, promises, plans and building relationships. Moments where we thought that would last forever, moments that we hoped to never end-ever. Laughters would echo on all four

The View From The Summit

010 Did you see that mountain's peak? It's so high and so hard to climb. I'm always behind its shadows and I'm so sick. But I am just me, So ordinary, I'm not strong. So I will not be able to climb that mountain peak. Did you see that high summit? I wonder how far my feet can take me there. But I'm just me, So mediocre, Far from strong. So I will not be able to step unto that summit. So I will just hide in its shadows, Never be able to see that sun ahead. I will just bury my self in my sorrows,

POEM

This is a poem about a woman, her beauty and stregth.