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alisha-kazi-rahman
alisha-kazi-rahman
I love to write poems / reading poems / literally everything about poems / I love how we can bring peace together with poems
I saw a feather, In the windy weather. Flying hither thither, With no aim either. Just going with the flow In a motion so slow. With a snowy white glow, On a distance so low...
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC
Feather...
True friends are one of a kind of best friends. Who love and care for each other. Their friendship is a sheltering tree because their friendship is ever so strong. They love unconditionally just like a family member. Together they have the true bond of everlasting happiness. There are millions of best friends around the world who love and support each other during hard times that is what makes the relationship special something that makes it even more special is a true friend you will always remember in your heart.
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
True friends
True friends are one of a kind of best friends. Who love and care for each other. Their friendship is a sheltering tree because their friendship is ever so strong. They love unconditionally just like a family member. Together they have the true bond of everlasting happiness. There are millions of best friends around the world who love and support each other during hard times that is what makes the relationship special something that makes it even more special is a true friend you will always remember in your heart.
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
True friends
True friends are one of a kind of best friends. Who love and care for each other. Their friendship is a sheltering tree because their friendship is ever so strong. They love unconditionally just like a family member. Together they have the true bond of everlasting happiness. There are millions of best friends around the world who love and support each other during hard times that is what makes the relationship special something that makes it even more special is a true friend you will always remember in your heart.
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
True friends
Dear, The love of my life.. Wherever you are, Whatever you do, I hope you a very warm night, I hope the stars and the moon shines through your window, I hope your sweet lullaby can make you sleep better. Baby, No matter how tired you are, Always remember that you always have my shoulders to cry on, You always have my ear to hear everything you want to say, You have my arms whenever you need a hug, You always have me, To cheer you up, To stand by your side, Dear, the love of my life... You are the best thing that ever happend to me, Through the night sky, I send you my love from the deepest of my heart.
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 7:18 AM UTC
The love of my life
No human can actually know what truth is Because truth has too many dimensions mixed with different perceptions and people's interpretation No human can see the truth in its true form
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 7:17 AM UTC
Truth about Truth
An amazing gift from god and a big one. God has a plan about your life but he doesn't show the whole plan at once, he shows it as a long fairy tale of life. We all have a wonderful life and of them are fairy tales like no other.
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Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
life
I smile With tears in my eyes Its' phenomenal Their warmth on my cheeks Just shoots me straight I look in mirror I laugh Very hard sometimes I count my dimples They're ******* ten in number I cry Stop after some time I do that countless times When you ask me why I look at you like a lost child I love My love an appetizer And actions lazy as poo I am not a giver baby I just like eating things up I talk Selecting one of my playlist Cause if if i open my real mind I may scare you off So i say exactly what you want I wish Every crazy day of my life Some secret thing i work towards Quick thing, slow as well I honestly promise it's not beautiful I hate Almost everything And it grows like a tree in me Feeds my monsters I am not good anymore. Pk
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Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC
NOT GOOD ANYMORE
I am a rain drop flopped down from the clouds I could have landed in a river or the sea Then merging with the rising and receding waves I would have been washed down into oblivion Or could have fallen from the heights Into a desolate dreary desert Amid the blistering granules of sand To be absorbed into nothingness Chances are there to have fallen on a rock Lying scorched in the heat of the mid day sun Then I would have vanished into thin air Evaporating into non existence I could have fallen into a muddy puddle Or perhaps into a filthy drainage To be contaminated with the sewage Or be the breeding ground of worms and bugs But fortunately for me I happened to fall into fecund soil Where there lay in wait a few seeds Hankering for the cool touch of moisture Arid souls desperately thirsting for water, They ****** the molecules within me. As their dry kernel got soaked and puffed, Slowly they sprouted and grew into life. Absorbing again the drops that came after me They, into towering trees eventually grew Some touching heaven’s azure heights And giving shade and shelter to many Now as I see them crested with flowers And bearing clusters of luscious fruits I feel I am there in each leaf and bud And my essence flows through every vein! As a teacher, what more is needed for me To feel contented in life?
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Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC
The Song of a Raindrop
boy, jealous boy, i'm crazy in love with you, if i tremble like a a february leaf, gold and brown on the black branched beech hedge, where the snow's fragile kiss melts the night into whispers, and the wind, wild with its northern chill, flutters those leaves, blanched like our love-starved lips of colour, beneath a sky of midnight's sea, then i would melt, like this sky of midnight's sea, crazy in love, with my boy of grey clouds, who sweeps the crying sea, with strange whispering, who kisses me so beautifully in his arms that i sigh and cry and die for his love, boy, jealous boy, i'm crazy for your love, like a star glistening in the deepening night where the nightingale sings and the grey clouds drift forever in their stream-like dream.
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
love poem