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Fruitfulness Abounds

A bounty of nature's gifts, so sweet and so round. A cornucopia of colors, from yellow to red to brown. Fruitfulness abounds, in the garden and in the trees. A feast for the eyes, and a treat for the bees. A harvest of flavors, from tart to sweet and mild. A feast for the senses, for young and for old. Fruitfulness abounds, in the orchard and in the field. A feast for the palate, for the hungry to yield. A blessing of nature, for us to enjoy. A reminder of life's abundance, for us to employ.

Love

U don't have any clue, How much I love you!! To me u just sound like a cuckoo!! With you love always feels true !! Your face is my most favourite view!! I still feel bad that our first kiss is due!! Now for the rest of our life promise me together we will grew!! Into the most perfect duo!!

IF THEY LOVE YOU, THEY'LL COME BACK

Poem for the broken souls. Have you been deserted by someone you love? A father, mother, sibling or close friend? Always remember "If they love you they'll come back" and if they don't, move on!!!

WISDOM POETRY

Now I get the point, that it's all test They value you like irreplaceable Your worth goes beyond regress Even so pretties won't let you rest Embrace you at every little success Listen! Listen!! I got advice for you Be not carried away by the applause Or by their long loud cheers Let it not overflow your heart I get that Yes the hails are encouraging It's fine that the crowd admire you Take heed least you fall, Man of God When beauties try to win your heart Set Biblical standards as you relate Gi

The Tale of Twist (Poetry)

The beauty of art is in the confusion it brings lol

"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,

The Art of storytelling: captivating hearts and minds

Storytelling is rigid art engaged by the telling/creator that essentially reanimates the feelings of thrill, emotion and empowerment. Its been mis used some times in our world today. but, it stands to be the most powerful form of art and theatrics.

RESPECT

Don't command respect but persuade respect. Don't disregard it but appreciate it. Don't take it for granted but rather take it as a privilege and value it . Cos they respect you doesn't mean they should be oppressed. Cos they respect you doesn't mean they should be taken as a fool. Cos they respect you doesn't mean they should be used as a slave. Cos they respect you doesn't mean they should be treated as trash. Respect they say is reciprocal ,believe and accept the fact. Don't always exact aggr

TRULY I LOVE YOU

.........How do I....... How do I tell you That your touch melt my heart like dews And your words Pierce my heart like a sword. How do I tell you That ever time I stare at you I wish I could hold your hands And lie lie by your side. How do I tell you That every word I say to you I utter with fear And a drop of tear. How do I tell you in your arms I wish to sink And from your lips I wish to drink Our heads I will link And your lovely eyes I wish to stare without a blink. How do I tell you How muc

What Is Success?

Success (the opposite of failure) is the status of having achieved and accomplished an aim or objective. Being successful means the achievement of desired visions and planned goals. Success in life means attaining your vision of a good life. It means achieving specific goals that result in the future you have planned for yourself. Success in life is defined by the individual. Your vision of success looks different than someone else's.

New month

In the realm of time, a cycle begins anew, As the old month departs, the new month breaks through. With each rise of the sun, a fresh chapter unfolds, An unwritten canvas, waiting to be told. September arrives with a gentle embrace, A month of transition, a change in its pace. Leaves whisper secrets in the autumnal breeze, Colours of amber and gold adorn the trees. The days grow shorter, the nights a bit colder, As nature prepares for its grand transformation older. In this tapestry of time, a c

Nature' Poem

Amidst the whispers of the trees so tall, Nature's symphony plays, a gentle call. Rivers dance with shimmering glee, Underneath the sky's vast tapestry. Mountains rise like ancient kings, Guardians of secrets that nature brings. Fields of flowers, a vibrant hue, Painted by a hand that's pure and true. The sun dips low, a golden fire, Painting the horizon with colors to inspire. Stars emerge, a sparkling sight, Guiding the wanderer through the night. In forests deep, secrets softly reside, Where

Bring me the Goddess

I called Theia But the one who showed up was Nyx I called Euphrosyne But the one who showed up was Oizys Whom should I call? Here in the times that I'm alone I want to go back But what should I find when I returned?

Poetry

About love

Cynicism

Poem: Cynicism I always look forward to a health relationship Yet, all of my efforts to to make it work become a mishap I have always wanted to have a good companion Yet, I have been entrapped by those interested in my onion Moving up and about have I searched for true love Yet, I have engaged those ripping off the good I am of I have been assured not to give up in my search for the right one Yet, I have been cheated on I believe my relationship will work well Yet, what it has brought me is hell

Poetry of Life

In the shadows, my heart cries, A melody of sadness, a silent river. Memories dance, in the seeping darkness, A symphony of longing, searching love. In the stillness of the night, Where the shadows creep softly, The echo of lost love, Haunts me as I cry. Memories are like thorns, Penetrating the soft skin, The heart that was once whole, Now broken inside. But in the midst of this pain, a glimmer of hope still shines, Because from the depths of the heart, Strength emerges in a silent scream.

Poetry

Poetry (derived from the Greek poiesis, "making"), also called verse,[note 1] is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic[1][2][3] qualities of language − such as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and metre − to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, a prosaic ostensible meaning. A poem is a literary composition, written by a poet, using this principle. The Parnassus (1511) by Raphael: famous poets recite alongside the nine Muses atop Mount Parnassus. Poetry has a long

Joyous Sunday

The bells of Sunday ring With a joy that's all their own, And the birds in the trees above Seem to join in the song. The sun is shining bright, And the air is fresh and sweet, And the sky is a cloudless blue, And the world is at its feet. The children are out to play, And the flowers are in bloom, And the world is a happy place On this joyous Sunday morning. The cares of the week are gone, And the heart is light and free, And the soul is filled with peace On this joyous Sunday.