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The Haunted Heart

The Haunted Heart A Lament of Love Lost My heart is haunted by the ghost of you, The memories of what used to be, The pain of the love that I once knew, That has now been taken from me. The ghost of you lingers in my mind, It's a constant reminder of what I lack, The love that I once had to find, Is now just a distant memory in the past. The ghost of you haunts my dreams, The pain of the love that I once shared, The love that I thought was so real, Is now just a distant dream that I can't repair

The promises he made

This is a loss and love poem The poem begins and ends in the usual formal way, however the poem informs as about a someone who made many promises to his lover in line (1-5). Now the lover is left with pain and regrets regarding the promises he made to her in line (6-9) The writter lists the time of the day he left his lover and how he disappeared and the regrets the lover is feeling in line (10-15).The poet uses the formal language of official notification in listing several nonsensical condition for tenancy, however the writter informs us that even though the love is left alone but she doesn't lose hope that he will return home and meet the promises he made to her in line (16-17)

My Hidden King (salute to all the Father)

Story of a great father who died in Cancer. A retired police officer who refuse further promotion because he's afraid to be assigned away from his family. Decided to retire early but hit by sickness. He didn't enjoy much of his retirement period. His plan to retire early just to be with his family was suddenly taken away from him. A model, a hero, a mentor, a king... Snappy salute to all the fathers...

"Love in the City of Dreams: A Mumbai Romance Story"

Chapter 1: Chance Encounter In the bustling streets of Mumbai, amidst the chaos of visitors and the cacophony of sounds, two strangers crossed paths. Rahul, a younger expert working in a multinational corporation, was once dashing to capture his teach domestic after a lengthy day at work. Simran, an aspiring actress, was once on her way to an audition for a TV show. Their eyes met for a quick moment, and it was once as if time stood still. Rahul used to be struck through Simran's radiant smile,

The one that I love is you

in loving someone you have to sacrifice a lot, time, effort and a whole lot more

Songs from The Other Man

A handful of poems from The Songs of Lexicon, Written by Opoku Lexicon

THE ENVELOPED WORLD

FEATURING Destiny Mrs Anita Mr Joe Precious Sandra Mr Dark Mr Blue suit CHAPTER 1: VISCOUS ENCOUNTER POST EXTRACT : The world was a peaceful place to be, no killings, bribery/corruption or any sort of evil vices. One could walk to and fro even at 12 in the midnight without been scared, Not until the enveloped world took over. Can someone save us from this impending murk? I THINK I KNOW OF A WORLD NAMED SUITE. We didn't have to set alarms anymore, every morning we wake up to screams and cry for h

The Pain In Relationships

What is this? This pain in my heart Why is it there? Because I gave away my heart That which was supposed to bring me warmth Brought me pain She who was supposed to help lick my wounds Became the source of my pain It's funny how life is Having relationships in life Simply is not easy It may be worse than being alone in life Songs From The Other Man Songs of Lexicon LEXICON'S LEXICONS

The handw

The hand That touches Your nipples Ears Clitoris and toes Your highs and lows Gives you A leaning shoulder Puppy hugs hey you! Is the Same hand I understand That would Nail Jesus Ri Max

Death on the Seas - Contemporary Nigerian Poetry

The world is seen by some as a sea (of efforts, hope, rewards) and everyone is seen as a sailor. Some sail through while some fall. This is a tribute to all those that fell.

The love of a mother

This poem tells us about the love of a mother and how it is important in a child's life. It tells us how a mother's love can help us overcome struggles in life.

My love for Scrabble

My love for Scrabble is like a fire burning bright, A passion that flares up with every letter placed just right. With every word I form, my excitement starts to soar, As I outsmart my opponents and add to my score. The thrill of finding words that others cannot see, Is like a treasure hunt, a victory. The tiles, they call to me, like gems upon a board, Each one a puzzle to be solved, a challenge to be adored. With every game I play, my love for Scrabble grows, A love that knows no bounds, a lov

All the love that I forswore

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THE PSYCHO'S CRANIUM

It's a playwright about mental instability, love and hurt.

The Ego...

Obviously the ego is the most precious here..a globe of amalgamation of energy threads, so complicated that the breath tries to undone it every moment...it doesn't even know when it have become that artificial globe of thread, ever entangled in its action, compassion and passion....... Simplicity is the "silence", which is freely flowing energy in space, yet without existence of "ego"- a depreciation and disturbances in flow how can ever we sense the flow. In the play of energy from being static

The dark

It's all about the war between the wizards of Hoods and the shadows.

The Wonderful Ending

They met each other without any fear or hesitation. Every day I used to see them meeting at the flower shop at the crossroads. I have been observing their activities with great interest since the first day I saw them. Both of them have a bag on their backs, and they are not very old, 16 or 17. Most likely, both of them are returning from coaching Center. On the way back, they meet this flower shop. The boy came a little earlier. He bought a rose for 15 taka; A folded 10 taka and a war-torn 5 ta

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

Love is what the world needs

Love is what the world needs It's the healing that helps to grow the seeds and bloom the trees.