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Writing a poem is not about bringing some words together to create some charming sentences. It's so much deeper than that. Writing poetry is a bridge that allows people to express their feelings and make others live every single word they read. Poetry is to educate people, to lead them away from hate to love, from violence to mercy and pity. Writing poetry is to help this community better understand life and live it more passionately. PoemHunter.com contains an enormous number of famous poems from all over the world, by both classical and modern poets. You can read as many as you want, and also submit your own poems to share your writings with all our poets, members, and visitors.
Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest.
They will place my hands like this.
It will look as though I am flying into myself.
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Reading physics in the Charger
at North Bondi; after a while
it gets hard to concentrate.
All that sunlight.
Clouds moving just fast enough
to be boring if you watch them,
totally different the next time you look.
All that wind.
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A Child Of Forbearance....
the wind in the willows,
are playing with the grass beneath,
what day is it today,
that heat of today?
Such a beautiful day,
let's play in the hay
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Do you think how I can dance
with stifled dreams, lost identity,
chained feet and shackled hands?
Come and watch my brilliant performance,
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I prefer to be a safety pin
to dangle from your pretty bangle,
to kiss repeatedly your soft skin
when you work/rest my loveliest angel.
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With the warmth of your loving glance
my Love unfolded
and popped up breaking its cocoon
opening slowly its enticing wings
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Wow!
It was a wild, wild party
a wild, wild night
music was loud, blasting
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A parents love, that's like no other,
Childhood memories, with Sisters and Brothers,
A walk through the park, to the sounds of birds,
When, someone says I Love You,
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Left to wither, hidden away in wardrobe dark
Comely, flocculent, desperately worn wrap
Save memories; winter and days in the park
For it may be again, form and taste overlap
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Too short but too fast it is
So difficult to keep pace with
It pains at the end
When I fail miserably
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Not welcoming death
but befriending its shadow
whose blanket I wear
in this carrying wind
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I am so carefree Until you open my heart
with a gladden key,
you let my creativity set free,
Now it is growing like a maple tree,
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Supposedly the pen has a spirit to provide information through feelings, intuition and ratios and all aspects of the teaching of human beings on this earth.
Through the pen, we produce Scripture, Essays, Notes, Theory and Practice from the Phases of Prophets, Philosophers, Writers, and various aspects of life from Religion, Philosophy, Literature, and Anthropology to the world of health and we can still enjoy it until now.
Although the discovery phase was in 953 AD, an Egyptian named Ma'd al-Mu'izz made a pen that was equipped with ink storage, but it can still be found that its function is more elegant than before.
Even though they have to beat the inscriptions and symbols of the megalithic phase, but in fact it is a fantastic discovery for humans in a literate culture.
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Im a vagabond!
A vagabond with a strong love bond!
If i wasnt in love with you,
Would i really love you?
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Why is fate away from me now?
The lovers are away day after day,
Now, this soul is in pain by love...
Dont waste my youth years,
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