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Never to be known,
a woman’s scorn,
how a man mourns.

Gone into the void,
Her being coy,
A boy becomes a man.

A pair,
to share despair,
from windows,
wiped clean,
from those,
who need to grow,
before they turn old,
and rot away,
bitter and cold.
All the poems and media out there that deserves a chance to be read.
Hardship = Resent
Resent = Dedication To Change
Dedication = Hard Work,
Hard Work = Change
Change = Prosperity
Prosperity = Abundance
Abundance = Entitlement
Entitlement = Laziness
Laziness = Procrastination
Procrastination = Back Tracking
Back Tracking = Hardship
Hardship = Reform
Reform = Hard Workers

Repeat Cycle Again
We are on our way to back tracking.
Come and awaken from slumber and let the breeze kissed leaves speak,
In ancient languages, whispers of ages of bygone days,
Hear the story of the natural realm, fantasy tales unfold,
Greet the new day as the first to tread upon its path.

Come, to the fields of paradise, it awaits the next one frolicking,
Untouched beaches and ocean waters remain unexplored,
Creatures of wonder and beauty dwell in distant lands,
The time has come, embrace the unknown fall with bravery.

Come and join me now, savor the wine of life, toast and cheer,
Rush towards the unknown, guided by blind faith,
Create your own destiny until the end of time,
Take flight with me and soar above the clouds, touch the sky,

Come, conquer darkness with reckless abandon,
Let it draw strength from our unknown roads,
Meet me where land meets sea, where the tide conveys its secret knowledge,
The answer to life's mysteries lies in fleeting moments, be fearless.

Come, where curious creatures reside under the canopy in rest,
Etched in the pages of a lover's gaze, offer the crimson rose,
Return to the time of youth, echo in laughter once again,
Run and dance without care, build a house in a tree.

Come to a home forged through bonds of friendship, grace, and peace,
Write a melody that only we can truly understand,
A song in tune with the spirit of rebirth and the enlightened,
Live, taste and see that it is good, now is the time, experience your worth.
This is free verse. Word count 253. An emotive piece inspired to live your best life
Zywa Jan 2
The clock strikes twelve times,

twelve times I hand out grapes, and --


have some left over.
Nochevieja (New Year's Eve in Spain and Argentina)

Collection "New Ago"
Asia Krekling Dec 2024
golden rays of sun, kiss Your soft cheeks.
and clovers sprout in the path You followed.
Your pomegranate lips softly hum, melodic a
as a nightingale's song. I ache for a taste.
Oh my persephone, bring on the season,
where hyacinth blooms and morning dew
sleeps soundly on fields. Your lovely soul,
as pure as springs beauty. for star-shine
sparkles in your eyes. lighting up all of
earth, all of My life along with it. gentle
hand, intertwined. bless me with Your
glace. baptize me, pomegranate kiss.
planting seeds inside, My heart. budding,
growing. my Love for You, flourishes like a
garden. forever abundant.
Josie Stewart Oct 2024
I never thought I'd cry over someone who is there to hold my tears.
How lucky I must be to have someone at my side and another out there waiting!
I hope she knows how much she already means to me in so short a time.
Her soft hair and warm touch linger in the back of my mind.
I hear her voice whispering how amazing I am.
How did I get so lucky?

Is this what it's like to have love abundantly?
It seems to have just fallen into my lap.
I can't even keep my words together.
They just flow out of my head unrestrained as I struggle to comprehend this new feeling.
My body seems so against me, but patiently she waits for my rusty joints to ease up.
Does she know how much it means to me?
Does she know how much she means to me?

She has so many to love her and she chooses to include me.
I sit quietly in her garden of flowers--happy to be in her colorful rows.
Spoiled to receive her affection, I bask in her kindness.
God, what has happened to me!
I am hopelessly overwhelmed by her sincerity.
I'm waiting to tell her glimmering face how my heart beats toward hers.
SpiritHeart67 May 2024
There is Abundance in Solidarity
And Scarceness in
Isolation
Zywa Mar 2024
The gold is shining

more and more, and so brightly --


that it catches fire.
Novel "The Golden House" (2017, Salman Rushdie), chapters (1-) 6 and (2-) 29

Collection "Low gear"
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