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Forgiveness builds my faith

Answers aren't always obvious but they are there all the same

I've spent a lifetime learning how to be faithful

Trusting in what is invisible

Heaven is ultimately why I stick with it
i have faith in the concept of faith
Zyxia Oct 2020
Hey, don't worry about me.
Everything's ok in my
Life is good and there's no
Possibility of anything bad happening

My poems and other hobbies make me happy
Everything's great, and you shouldn't worry, ok?
I didn't tell you this, but you should read the first letter of each line.
Leeeena Oct 2020
Still waters of vast and calming blue.
Endless waves churning to a certain
Rhythm that you feel in your deepest self.
Enthralling siren songs, easing your heartache.
Neutral counselor of lost souls.
Incarnation of peace and safety,
The ocean will hold you like a mother.
Yesterday is past, tomorrrow is soon, but now is serenity.
Àŧùl Sep 2020
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My past is so blotted & blotched,
Yet, I am living this moment.

Painful or not, it'd hardly matter,
Any luck with life, I miss daily,
I miss all my possibilities,
None have I achieved,
To time I put my ode,
Ever so desperately,
Dying will be easier.

Perhaps, I'd wait until my parents,
And then I shall embrace her,
Saying, “Sorry, I kept you longing,”
This time there is no guardian angel.
β
My HP Poem #1889
©Atul Kaushal
PRAKHAR SHARMA Sep 2020
Suspire heavily, 'tis a garden of demise.
In amid of prolonged night it blooms.
Sea of night shines long and bright,
Methinks the stars are to blame.
Under such folly the garden dwells.
Nigh onto the envious dawn.

I felt the velvety dews,
Lying at peace over the willows.
Owls of Minerva hoot unsung beauty.
Vile are the fruits of life that demise withhold,
Endeavoured with the phantom of false.

Yes ‘tis our garden.
Ornaments of life violate to death,
Under this night where the cursed garden dwells.
Ceyhun Mahi Sep 2020
Night and day I see your face at stores;
A famous one, seen in different shapes,
That does express life, which each fan adores,
Adventures with downfalls and escapes.
Like stars of olden days, in black and white,
In every scene you shine with emotions,
Each smile, each tear a different sight,
Praised for many philosophical notions.
Oh, and my teenage years were filled with you,
Right and left I would see you for a while,
Till I would suddenly find someone new,
Making me feel safe with a lonely smile.
Amongst the loved ones you were then, O star,
Nonstop, while I was always apart so far.
It fits perfectly for a sonnet :)
Zetolgam Aug 2020
Blow my **** avidly
Rooted on your knees
Use your head for once!
Take it whole as I force in
Adore feasting of my *****
Let it run down and thank me
Jenie Aug 2020
Fog
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t      O  o        w   s     n
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e      l    r        n   m     e
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w      t   w       e    e      s
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d     d    e        s    s      i
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fuming the windows
over droplets descending
god's sorrow leaking

frosty winter's night
owning summer's last tendrils
grey condensation

- 5/7/5 acrostic, water dripping down a foggy window
Ropa Jul 2020
It’s fragile...but don’t let it’s fragility be mistaken for gentleness.
Neither can you take it as a strength.
Surely, it’s most definitely my weakness.
Except when it hurts the ones I care about the most.
Careful...what you say might trigger it.
Under no circumstances can you awaken the beast.
Run? How I wish I could
In the light of day, or the darkest of nights.
Tears and broken hearts is what it leaves behind.
Instant stains of black blood left on my hands.
Exceptional, fantastical, radical hurt.
Sadly, unfortunately...it’s bound to hurt,
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