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If I was to choose I would fall for you again. Coz you complete me In a way I can't describe.. For more poems join our channel
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๐ฐ ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐'๐
๐ผ ๐ค๐๐ โ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐โ๐ก ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐โ๐ก,
๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐โ๐ก
๐ด๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐
๐โ๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข โ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐๐๐๐
๐โ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ .
๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐
๐ต๐ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐คโ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐
๐ด๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ถโ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐กโ๐ ๐ค๐๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ ๐ ๐๐ข๐โ
*DAMAGED EN IN RUINS.*
You knocked en the door was opened
Just like that, you swept me off my feet
Yet I was no dirt
So the broom wasn't needed!
I've been so good to you
While you've been a monkey to me
Hoping someday you'll have a taste of your own medicine
As every tree branch gets slippery to your grasp!
Your farmland I've become
As you plough me without showing remorse
Not minding if I'm wet or not
For you give me endless pain rather than pleasure!
My tears hit the soil
Creating a pool of salty water
Water that can't be drunk
While my ancestors plan to avenge me in their own way!
I was advised to love with my head
For my heart is meant to pump blood
Rather my heart is too stubborn to listen
Right now it's damaged and in ruins!
*ยฉยฎ Mylistic Master Pen ๐ ๐ฐ๐ช*
*Secrets of the Moon*
_Behold I sat by the river_
_And beheld her own eye_
_Then wished,_
_The gates of my soul could shut_
_Her eyes shelter intrigue_
_The nursery of addiction_
_A suffering of a-_
_saccharine nature_
_I turn into a wolf_
_And she despises my fangs_
_Long and far reaching_
_If she came-_
_Down she'd bleed white_
_On every night_
_She's on top_
_Vibrant, without a wrinkle_
_Flawless in movement_
_I can't walk_
_But I will follow_
_If I deny my nature_
_I will make her question her brightness_
_Well rounded,_
_And Versatile_
_Her beam sings-_
_Softly of intimacy_
_And wisdom_
_She'd scream with melody_
_And her vocals_
_Are perfect for morning_
_And every other star_ _Twinkles_
_Young and pretty_
_But never beautiful_
_As this dangerous sight_
_The only time I feel strength_
_Greater than I possess_
_A pawn yet a king in the mirror_
_An arrow has been driven through my heart_
_Now she knows the colour of my blood_
_I wonder what comes next_
_So I will sit by the river_
_Seek her in mornings_
_Lay myself bare_
_Carefully, un-careful_
_If day is to always be_
_I will close my eyes_
_Exist in darkness_
_Hoping-_
_She waltzed into my imagination_
*_Hoev_*
The Wisdom Of Letting Go
Be like a tree, and let the old leaves fall,
In their fading, find wisdom for us all.
To cling too tightly brings sorrow and pain,
But in letting go, thereโs so much to gain.
The past may weigh heavy, but itโs not ours to keep,
Release it gently, and your soul will sleep deep.
Like branches stretching toward the sky,
We grow when weโre unafraid to say goodbye.
For every leaf that drops, new buds appear,
Change is a cycle we neednโt fear.
In shedding the weight of whatโs no longer true,
We make space for the light, for growth thatโs new.
Let go of regret, let go of fear,
In every ending, fresh beginnings are near.
Like the tree in winter, stripped bare and cold,
Know that in time, new stories unfold.
In life, we learn not all can remain,
But through each loss, we break free from the chain.
The winds may blow, the storms may roar,
Yet, by letting go, we stand even more.
Hold onto hope, not the things that must fade,
In this lesson, the path of peace is laid.
For the leaves that drop will nourish the ground,
And in their falling, true strength is found.
True strength lies not in holding on, but in knowing when to let go. Lifeโs beauty is found in accepting change, embracing growth, and trusting that whatโs meant for you will find its way.
Mariam Meriam
Live without you
I cannot breathe without you
Your absence haunts me
In every corner, in every shadow
The memories of our laughter
Our shared dreams, our whispered secrets
They linger like ghosts
In the empty spaces of my heart
I remember the way you smiled
The way your eyes sparkled with mischief
How we danced in the rain
And laughed until tears fell
But now, the storm has come
And the lightning of your absence strikes
Leaving me lost in a darkness
Where your light once shone
I long to hold you again
To feel your warmth against my skin
To hear your heartbeat next to mine
But I am left alone
Holding on to the echoes
Of a love that once was
That now threatens to drown me
Without you by my side.
@viko๐๐ฝ๐๐ฝโโ๏ธ
Poem Titular: On the street!
On the street!
There lies no profit,
On the street,
Full of evils and various of atrocities.
On the street,
There initiate the act of uncultured nor nurtured human.
On the street!
Exist mobs, mafias and thugs.
Streetwise usually has no pretty profit
On the long run.
Moreover, human being are destined for goodness,
Just a proper & apt human being and.
Not a threat to the society.
Sigh! Let's us all have the street fixed,
To our normal and copacetic mundane.
Forthy, most people have this very notion
That the street is usually meant for the
Wicked and unscrupulous ones.
Nonetheless, we should all sail against the havoc of the street.
ยฉ๏ธ The Eminent
Lost Joy
I have lost my joy,
with my smile turning to a scrowl.
A chorus once of laughter,
has turned to echos of bitter despair.
I have lost my joy,
and although my lips may appear turned up,
my eyes are disconsolate.
My soul is in mourning,
I am hopelessly sad.
My spirit is shattered,
and I have lost all hope.
My eyes well up,
as every tear that leaves my body, leaves my heart aching with yearning.
I have lost my joy.
My heart,
once full of music,
now lies silent and still.
The melodies of joy, replaced with sorrow's chill.
I have lost my joy.
My soul,
once lifted by hope, now weighed down by pain.
Longing to rediscover the joy that once remained.
In this darkness,
I search for a glimmer of light,
A spark to reignite the flame that once shone so bright.
I yearn to find my way back to the joy that I've lost,
To once again feel the warmth of happiness that forever seems to cost.
But for now, my smile hides the tears that I've cried,
My laughter echoes hollow, my heart still heavy with sighs.
I'll hold on to the memories of joy that I once knew,
And pray that someday soon, my heart will heal anew.
Perhaps in time, the pain will fade, and joy will reappear,
And though it seems impossible now,
my heart will learn to cheer.
Until then, I'll hold on to hope, and never let it go,
And trust that joy will return, like a sunrise after a long, dark night's woe.
And when it does, my smile will bloom, my eyes will shine,
And the chorus of laughter will ring out, a sweet, sweet sign that joy has found its way back home, and my heart is whole once more.
And though the journey was long, I've found my way back to joy's sweet shore.
(c) team beGOOD
T.F.K & b l
I sat with you today,
knowing it was our last.
I didnt want to tell you,
i was revisiting our past.
I took in every word.
Took pictures in my mind.
Those laugh lines on your face,
are the ones i love to find.
I kept looking at the clock.
Hoped time could stand still.
Fighting back my tears,
using strength and will.
I had brought you flowers,
but i hadnt done before.
Yet now they are on a grave,
and i wished i had brought more.
That kettle boils away.
You fill my coffee cup.
Telling me your plans,
and then as you looked up.
The tears were now falling
and in an instant you were gone,
and i was left with memories
revisiting every one.
Author Joanne Boyle
๐ธ: Unknown
Mama, Mama, Mama!
I'm asleep,
I can't wake up,
I died in the dormitory,
Mama sorry,
I couldn't manage to escape,
No one could give me a hand of help,
I tried to weep,
But it was a tipless tip,
Mum, don't even try to beep,
Don't even send that money for upkeep,
Just wait for my last trip,
I'll land there in a casket,
Coz your beloved child kicked the basket,
I loved you,
But God loved me too,
Preparing my sendoff mama!
Very sad ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญRip young souls ๐๐
Family poem
My family is my life
My sister is my smile
My brother is my hero
My mom is my heart beat
My dad is my blood
๐ IT'S MY BIRTHDAY ๐
What can I say
But if I may..
It's my birthday !
Another day older
And another day wiser
Who knows ?
Not I . .
No no no ?!
No celebrating
No exciting
I'm now Sixty Six
No birthday cake
No candle sticks
. . That's ok
At least I have today !
SO HOORAY ! ! !
๐IT'S MY BIRTHDAY
JUST A SIMPLE MAN
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Title:Longing for Familiar Steps.
The road we once strolled hand in hand
Now lies in shadows, a haunted land
A nightmare that taunts me, a bittersweet refrain
Echoing memories of joy, of love, of laughter we couldn't contain
In this empty stretch, I feel so alone
A hollow ache that words cannot call home
My heart whispers wishes, a longing to roam
With you, my love, to revive our sweet home
Together, let's reclaim this road we adore
With love and joy, let's walk once more
๏ธTitle: The Killer [2024
Rating โญ๏ธ: 5.8 / 10
Release Info: 23 / 8 / 2024
Genre: #Action
An assassin tries to make amends in an effort to restore the sight of a beautiful young singer
*ART THE WINDOW TO MY SOUL*
Art is the form of self expression,
A fine way of shouting what the mouth can't,
It's the only way to run away without leaving home,
And now art is my therapy.
I have mourned and still mourning,
I have cried and still crying,
Wished and still wishing,
Begged and still begging in vain.
Days have passed,
Weeks have changed to months,
No sign of your return,
I give up not but inking I do.
Art is my way of keeping a diary,
I ink you as my treasure,
Every one look I'll smile of pain,
You left but I'll be walking around with you.
I let art drive me through the dark,
For art is a leap into the dark,
Your name I ink so willingly,
You left me but I'll forever see you.
*Zari*
Which among the following addictions is the hardest to quit?
-Pornography
-Smoking
-Video Game
-Alcohol
-Internet (Social media)
-Spiritual obsession
-Gambling
SOPHIA Enveloped In A Cloak Of Stars
By Ronnie Tucker
SOPHIA enveloped in a cloak of stars
A mystical garment that sparkles and shines
In spectrums aligned in illuminous shades
Into the golden nebula pass the dying souls
Unto the spheres designed and transpired
They fall from one life to another
As they are reborn
The coldness lingers
As the tree of life is immortal
In the garden of abandoned paradise
Tranquil is the fruit from the tree
The truth to immortality is in her seed
Breathe in the rays of SOFIA
For behind every God lies feminine
Though she lies hidden
And only a chosen few know
Secret and so forbidden
Blood sacrifice in ancient times
What response to the schemes
Woven like silken dreams
A body of flesh
Dead and decayed
To taste the fruit from the tree of life
Is to be renewed again
Thus death is but just a beginning
Walk in the halls of flickering Angels whose wings flutter with shafts of light
Crown SOPHIA in her garlands of tranquility
For her beauty is the essence of eternal life
For the soul is the spherical wings of destiny
And echoes in voices rejoicing her presence
The body spills from the fruit the spirit rises out like leaves on the branches
Unto the Mother Earth an embryo is reshaped and formed
Into the heavens the act of creation
Kismet is the awakening
Of the cycles called life
Inside a sphere
Souls search the universe
For other wombs to be reborn in
Time, time, time
Living on time, time, time,
All the years frozen time
So many memories
Ever changing a solice so divine
SOPHIA the mother the tree of life
In her womb is the creation of all life
Copyright ยฉ๏ธ All Rights Reserved 2024
Mention one movie/ series that made you cry
ะงะธัะฐัั ะฟะพะปะฝะพัััั…
*Prelude*
_I wander after dawn_
_Then-_
_The air is pure_
_I'm blinded-_
_By an immuring glow_
_No-_
_Don't set me free_
_I have wondered_
_When her radiance hisses in song_
_What form of light_
_Hearts the night?_
_What does she become when I blink_
_Is her truth behind my palpebra_
_If day is to be-_
_Let the sun not chase her_
_I want to see her waltz away_
*Secrets of the moon*
*Hoev*
*Shadows in my mind, they twist and turn,
A dance of thoughts where embers burn.
Flickering doubts and whispered fears,
Echoes of my hidden tears.*
*In the corners, shadows creep,
Where secrets lie and sorrows seep.
They shift and fade, but never leave,
A constant presence, though they deceive.*
*Yet in the darkness, light can grow,
A spark of hope begins to show.
The shadows bend and start to wane,
As courage blooms from whispered pain.*
*Shadows in my mind, though you may stay,
Youโre not the force that guides my way.
For in the night, the stars still shine,
And in the shadows, strength is mine.*
Sse Kharinda โค๏ธ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฐ๐ช
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Like a soft whirlwind-
The wheel spun,
Round and round,
Like the mind of Ferris
And all I could remember
was the tenderness of your kiss!
_Mk Steyn_
When past words pay a visit
Memories of haunted feelings
rise and shine
Like a dazzle flew off healing.
It unseal the seal yet to break
without holding it brake,
and surge through the heart and ache.
It disturb the precious place
and also make it a phrase,
It break and weaken the mind,
debuff and boot healing wounds.
Those that are washed in line
are meant to be motivated not decline.
Abdulrazak Muhammed โ๏ธ
There is a certain kind of power that comes with fully accepting your circumstances for what it is.
Knowing that you can't change the situation in this immediate moment, but it doesn't mean that it will always be this way.
Knowing that you have the power in you to change things, but it takes time.
And if anything, time and effort are two of the things you have in you to give.
And understanding that with enough effort and time, you can change anything.
It is all within your control.
#notetoself
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Little Poem for Seniors: So True It Hurts!
Another year has passed
And we're all a little older.
Last summer felt hotter
And winter seems much colder.
There was a time not long ago
When life was quite a blast.
Now I fully understand
About 'Living in the Past.'
We used to go to weddings,
Football games, and lunches.
Now we go to funeral homes
And after-funeral brunches.
We used to go out dining
And couldn't get our fill.
Now we ask for doggie bags,
Come home, and take a pill.
We used to often travel
To places near and far.
Now we get sore asses
From riding in the car.
We used to go to nightclubs
And drink a little booze.
Now we stay home at night
And watch the evening news.
That, my friend, is how life is,
And now my tale is told.
So, enjoy each day and live it up...
Before you're too damned old!
P.S. Yes, I am thankful to live till I'm this old... and really thankful I can laugh about it. ๐
โA Family is like a Circleโ
A family is like a circle.
The connection never ends,
and even if at times it breaks,
in time it always mends.
A family is like the stars.
Somehow theyโre always there.
Families are those who help,
who support and always care.
A family is like a book.
The endingโs never clear,
but through the pages of the book,
their love is always near.
A family is many things.
With endless words that show
who they are and what they do
and how they teach you so you know.
#FamilyPoem
#PBBObedience
Path of love
As I walk through the
path
Of love
To seek for my beta half
like a hidden pearl
under the sea
Surely I hope to find,my one
and only
Queen,the one made
for me,
aย virtuous woman
That will hold me tight
like glue ;
And help me fight the
odds of love
In this journey
of love
Full of ups and downs.
A woman that will verily
valueย
My heart without fail
Up until we become frail .
Poem by Paddy sage
Happy Birthday
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
Another year has passed
A birthday for you is in store
May you find this coming year
Be one with lots of open doors.
Follow your dreams
Remember you can achieve
All that you dream
Whatever your mind can conceive
So this poems brings
wishes for you
in hopes that the coming year
is filled with things you love to do.
Its been a while now!
But, ive been good dont worry,
Lately, marriah carrey's,"Angel's cry", song has been my addiction!
Coz i thought we were good together and i thought we wouldnt separate,
Mmmh!! My bad!!
I know you are good wherever you are!
But my angel face got tears,
Dripping like a waterfalls effect on me i cant hold them back!
I thought true love was a gift!
How did we let it slip off our grip?
Just wondering!
But am okay!
You know we could have touched the sky!
Coz it was our limit!
You allowed us to treat this love as a sport!
Look at how the last blow got us begging for a peace of heart!!
Do we stand a chance to make it okay,
When these blades thrown back and forth sliced our hearts in pieces!
I dont know too!!
If lighting striketh not the same place twice!
How then do i let my arms open for you to fall into each and every time we part ways!
But for real!
"Lately ive been fine๐ฅน".
BEEN FINE
BLACKX๐ค
Shairi la leo:MAISHA KAMA DRAMA, WANADAMU MAFANANI
1: Maisha kama sinema, Wengineo huigiza
Kwa Kujiita watenda mema, Na kumbe wanachukiza
Kahindi leo nasema, Usichokijua kiza
Maisha kama drama, Wanadamu mafanani
2: Akusalimia mambo, Ila haradhi moyoni
Abadilisha misimbo, Huku akishusha toni
Atakupiga tu kumbo, Kisha aseme samahani
Haaminiki mwanadamu, Tena hana shukurani
3: Wengi wajifanya kanumba, Hao ndio maproduza
Wengine humuasi muumba, Na kuwatusi maajuza
Hata hujifanya simba, Wenzao kuwona mbiza
Mwanadamu hana jipya, Kila siku maneno tu
4: Anaekuita rafiki, Kumbe ni wako adui
Binadamu hasaidiki, Jamani dafu hafui
Ulombeba kwa pikipiki, Kesho akuona mui
Binadamu mnafiki, Na nimwingi wa maneno
5: Leo ni bebi bebi, Kesho yake hakutaki
Unayemwita bibi, akushikia bunduki
Kaka juma na kirubi, Mkeo hatabiriki
Wanadamu ni waongo, Kamwe usiwaamini
6: Zimefika beti sita, Malenga nenda zangu
Jamaa haikua vita, Hayo ni maoni yangu
Makaka na masista, Hi duniya ni chungu
Mwanadamu haaminiki, Na tena hatabiriki
By @abdymalengawapwani.county003
Asanteni
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Poetry is a song of a silent heart
That speaks in inked words
Expressing deeper meaning
Of the message caged within
*Beyond the Veil*
by Frank Guru
What if all we see was a lie?
A facade, a masquerade, a disguise
A world constructed to deceive and hide
The truth, a secret, locked deep inside
What if our eyes were blinded by deceit?
Our minds, a maze, with false paths to meet
The reality we think we know so well
A mere illusion, a story to tell
What if the truth was hidden in plain sight?
A veil, a curtain, a shadowy light
Concealing the facts, distorting the view
Leaving us with questions, and nothing true
But what if we dared to lift the veil?
To peek beyond, to unveil and hail
The truth, in all its glory and might
A revelation, a new dawn's light
What if life itself was just a myth?
A fleeting dream, a moment's breath
A tale spun by the universe's hand
A temporary dance, in an endless land
What if race was just a tool to divide?
A label, a box, to keep us inside
A way to control, to manipulate and rule
A false narrative, to keep us in school
What if dreams spoke of tomorrow's design?
A hidden language, a symbolic sign
A glimpse of what's to come, a preview of fate
A message from the universe, beyond our state
What if it was all a lie?
A fabricated truth, a clever guise
A web of deceit, a masterful spin
Leaving us with doubts, and a truth within
Six sly sophisticates silently slid slowly down
A slippery slope, where truth was drowned
In a sea of lies, they silently sank
And the silence was deafening, a truth unspoken
Seven sleepy skeptics searched for secret signs
In the shadows of doubt, they silently aligned
Their suspicions simmered, a subtle brew
As they searched for truth, in all they could do
What if we were still asleep, and yet to awake?
Dreaming of reality, in a slumberous make
A world constructed by our subconscious mind
A dream within a dream, leaving us blind
What if it was all a dream, a fleeting thought?
A moment's pause, in the universe's plot
A brief illusion, a temporary stage
Where we played our parts, in a dreamworld's cage
What if our memories were false and fake?
Implanted thoughts, a manipulated make
Our past, a fiction, a constructed tale
Leaving us with doubts, and a fragile sail
What if our emotions were programmed to feel?
A scripted response, a predetermined reveal
Our hearts, a puppet show, with strings attached
Leaving us with questions, and a soul detached
What if our choices were not our own?
A predetermined path, a destiny sown
Our free will, an illusion, a mere pretense
Leaving us with wonder, and a deep offense
What if the truth was too much to bear?
A weight, a burden, a crushing care
Would we dare to face it, or turn away?
And if we turned away, what would remain to say?