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Everforest Feb 1
This is a letter to you.
To the you that's had a rough week. To the you that seems to be under constant storm clouds. To the you that's feels invisible. To the you who doesn't know how much longer you can hold on. To the you who has lost faith. And the one that is constantly blaming themselves for everything that goes wrong. To YOU.

You are incredible. You make this world a little bit more wonderful. You have so much potential and so many things left to do. You have time. Better things are coming your way, so please hang in there. You can do it. You CAN.
                                        
                                                - anonymous
Parthvi Jan 16
My strong lady
A biggest pride for her baby
A shield for her child
And a sword for the wild
Never challenge her power
She will drag you- lower and lower

She is a queen
To shoulder her responsibilities she is very keen
Who is she?
She is the bearer of life and light
She is strong as hell
Laughs when she feels to yell

Soft and powerful
Practical and spiritual
Yet so delicate and beautiful
Which is her most sturdy tool

Always remember who you are
The most gleaming star
But the world is ocean
Just a mirror to reflect moon's beauty..
Who is a mighty lady
Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 11/1/2019

Be strong, o brother! And with your eagle wings
whip the clouds, that clouds which threaten you with a storm...
We were born by days so sad and so hard
that great strength is needed not to die out
at some early, lonely grave like a blood-red lightning bolt,
but to live bravely on earth full of tears.

Be strong! Let your young arms
bear the burdens, worthy of your efforts...
Let brotherly love fill your chest...
For as long as at least one spirit in darkness dwells,
as long as at least one heart doesn't know
to what should it devote itself with persistence,
no swordsman should ever rest
in the silence of his own existence.

Be strong! Life overwhelms with its weight
those who, without the helm, will and power,
among the multitude of world's phenomena and contradictions,
err, unwillingly carried by the current of events,
absent-minded and not conscious of their own actions,
like a somnambulist sleep-walking through the night...
The Earth won't lean on them for sure!
And Humanity, in its triumphal march, never takes into account
those who having retreated before the battle - die.
And outside the persistent Spirit Realm
they won't exist, nor will this mysterious shadow,
which disappears when the immaculate sun rises in the sky.

A handful of noble men that are conquering
the future are like loose, solar links,
which are unable into one whole unite...
And maybe it's your spirit they lack
to close the circles of the big chain,
that will engird the globe and push it with might to a new path.

Be strong, o brother! ... ah, your proud chest
I would like to clad in a diamond breastplate,
against the burning breath of carnal lust
that takes you on a journey full of temptations,
against poisoned arrows of doubt
that strike you as bolts of lightning...
But I'm weak myself, and I cannot be your shield,
though I'm standing by your side
like a sister, outstretching my hands,
and I look at light slowly dying in your eyes,
and at your lips, which with a smile
blaspheme to the secret mournings of your soul,
like blasphemous would be a rose adorning orphans' black robes;
And in vain I want to protect you with my tears
against the scorching sun of life that dries up your chest;
And helplessly looking as your soul is dying,
I am calling: o brother, be strong! ...

The ground is shaking under your feet, but you must stay strong!
You have to remain at your post with courage undaunted in the storm.
He who carries the Torch of Hope and hoists
the Victory Standard at the summits of spirituality,
whoever imprints himself with lion's strength
on his own Age, the one to whom the Earth
is like a non-solidfied block,
that his divine mark awaits,
- only he the name of a "Man" shall gain
in the non-erasable annals of immortality!

Maria Konopnicka (1842-1910)
Maria Konopnicka's funeral was attended by almost 50,000 people, and to this day this great poet has her special place in the hearts of ordinary Polish people.

Maria Konopnicka's poetry has a pinch of Hans Christian Andersen's warmth and magic to it, and this warmth and magic is not lost in free-verse translation.

Enjoy!
It is the middle of summer,
Water is already scarce,
The land is bone dry,
It has not rained yet,
The sun is ablaze.

‘Has Dumuzid died?’
I heard someone inquire.

It was a voice
From the remote past
How could I hear that voice?
I thought gods do not die
Dumuzid could not die.

The world has not changed,
Events re-occur,
Our thoughts remain unchanged,
All this remains etched in my genes.

The rains will come,
The land will regain fertility,
The farmers will sow seeds,
No one will die of hunger.
violetstarlights May 2019
the poet is the seamstress,
sewing words into sentences
.
the poet is the architect
building their paragraphs
.
the poet is the performer
setting the stage
.
the poet is the dreamer
with endless possibilities

-----however-----

the poet is falling apart
their heart unmendable; in pieces
.
the poet is scared
walls that protect, yet isolate.
.
but the poet is strong
and lives to tell their tale
.
as the poet is the dreamer
with endless possibilities
you can do it! we all believe in you!
Eric Apr 2019
look ...look .
I see it clear . don't all your people hear it coming near . a new beginning in these times of rough . and our skin is getting a little tough . with each tear and each tear . we cry in the dark shadows that fill us with fear . I love all who feel , because without you, we wouldn't have a world to share . or even care to have such a fair feeling there . today we shine , I encourage all of you to make one random compliment to someone random . not to gain fandom . but just because who cares what happens . the entertainment in there reaction should be filled with caps and screamed out loud . have them floating by us like clouds . cause we are who we are , nothing changes that . why not enjoy it until someone can enjoy us . I love you all even when I fall . I express words that won't be heard at all . but at least its a letter to someone who may understand one day . I just couldn't take the pain . I feel so good that I'll die for everyone's gain .
Carmen Jane Mar 2019
The number of my poems
Is in a tight race
with the number of my followers
Or vice versa
Or
Almost every poem gifts me a follower
I am humbled

I take a look at your profile
You have 11 poems
And 111 followers
That's easy math!
You are a good listener
Plus your words are gold
Times your encouraging comments
Equals 111 followers
Quod Erat Demonstradum !

PS.I will be your 112th

PPS.Who are you,with all these facts, anybody can discover
If you don't want that,
Write a poem,write another!
If it wasn't for my followers, and the likes and the hearts and the reposts and the encouraging comments,many of my poems wouldn't have been written.My poems are my babies now, I am so grateful for them.This site is amazing, full of inspiring people, full of wonderful creations.Keep on writing, and reading  Like there's no tomorrow!

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3043475/like-theres-no-tomorrow/
Monet Echo Feb 2019
Perfection is a goal
No man can truly claim
Growth is a goal
Any man can attain

Strive for perfection
And you'll be aggravated
Stride towards improvement
And you'll be appreciated
Just a little encouragement. No one's perfect, and it's useless to set a goal you can never reach. Try to improve and grow. Don't set your focus on perfection or you'll consistently let yourself down.
SelinaSharday Dec 2018
"JUST SAY IT!"

Tell her that she's beautiful.
Build her up!
Tell a woman that she's lovely and she's a Queen even if the attraction isn't there tell her.
she's amazing tell her she has a beautiful soul tell her she's oh so wonderful.
Someone is attracted to her
so be aware.
Tell her she is wonderful even when her beauty isn't something stunning.
Build her!
Because somewhere to someone she is beautiful
to someone
she is attractive
to someone
She'd be a blessing.
and if you are to be her amazing
Just say it build her.
Tell her she is beautiful
Tell her she's amazing
Tell her she is the sweetest thing.

Compliment her.
Just say it adore her just do it build her up.
Just do it.
Remember that somewhere Someone would be happy to love her..
Bless her.
With words you can give like a tree.
Adorn her with ornaments with the sparkling diamonds of your words.
Uplift her and her smile should warm you.
Her glow should bless you when she adores you.
Just do it.
Just say it.
And look past everything else and watch her be her most confident self.
Because you didn't hide your words on the Shelf
You placed them in her where they can grow.
So Just Say It.
by selinasharday S.A.M 2018
SILENCE MEANS not giving not saying anything leaving others with nothing when they need uplifting. so just be a blessing
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