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Raven Blue Aug 2020
Poem is the art and emotions of the person writing it;
It is a gift and a friend whom we can lean on anytime.
We read it when we're sad;
And there we can find some inspiration and courage;
To continue our lives bravely and not give up.
We read it when we're angry;
To calm ourselves and think thoroughly.
We write poems to express the feelings and thoughts that we have;
We write poems to give inspirations and to motivate others.
It is maybe just words but through writing and reading poems, we can clearly see and understand the reality ;
All of us maybe read the same poems, but truthfully we read it differently and have different thoughts about it.
But what we have in comparison is that, we read and write poems because it is a cure to us in any emotions that we have and we need it in our lives.
Nidhi Jaiswal Jul 2020
I heartily say thank you to my mother...
Who gave me surprise gift of hello poetry...
My soul is so much happy today...
I want to express it in my 1st poetry...
Thank you my dear mother...

I left my poetry...
And deleted my account...
Due to my aim...
But poetry is my passion...
I don't live happy without it...
I cried loudly after deleting my account...
But my mother couldn't see to me depressed...
So, she gave my surprise gift of hello poetry...

Thank you mummy
thanks a lot...today
the biggest gift of my life
i promise to you on today....
i will give you all the happiness of your life
maa!❤
Ylzm Jul 2020
Prayer is like a lottery ticket, but better;
For it's free, but for a mere price of promises:
for eternal gratitude and such — albeit you lie —
you asked freely for prizes: of millions, love, or power

To whom it may concern: the wind, the devil,
the great unknown, whomever, it matters not.
For you have heard and believed it happened;
And only fools will not cry out for more, freely given.

And anyone and everyone can pray, for you —
Each by his own formulation and his own magic.
Chances far improved by numbers and better art.
For the price of asking, artless you too have hope.

But true prayer is not asking, for you have without asking,
And only to be amazed at the depth and wisdom of Love.
Druzzayne Rika Jul 2020
Forgiveness
It is not simple
It cannot be given
So simply
Without the intent
The mind won't rest
Till the end
But forgiveness
Gives the freedom
To move on.

Forgiveness
Is freeing,
It is the peace,
It is so much more.
It is a step taken
To move ahead,
Leave behind
The history
In the past.

Forgiveness
It is the best gift
Given and received,
It can be the beginning,
it is the end of bitterness.
It is just like a necessity
To be a human
Who makes mistakes
live with harmony.

Forgiveness,
I give to thee free
To free me from the chains
Of the ill thoughts
I conceive in head
time to time, again and again
To not loathe the trust
I placed in you.

Forgiveness,
It is a process
To forgive myself
As I forgive you,
I give myself another chance
To believe the best
In you and in me.

Forgiveness,
Let's mend it.
Mrs Timetable Jul 2020
All
Wrapped up

In a variety of
Beautiful colors

The gift is ours...
Life
LB Jul 2020
A token of my affection
I love the things you say to me
When I look at the Peter Pan kiss
Across my collarbone
I hear your voice and feel small euphoria
I daydream of our home
We wear each other's clothes
Laced with love
Threads thin and worn
Like the chain across my neck
Lulu Sarmiento Jun 2020
Life is either—
A game of pretense,
An arena of mockery,
Or a gift of eccentricity.
What choices do we have?
Urooba Jun 2020
There are few people, who just met;
By chance but I don't want them to let:
Away from my being, because they all-
Are meant to become a part of my well
And their presences provide a wonderful,
Essence in my spirit that makes me thoughtful.


These all are called friends,
With whom we want our time spends;
But a good friend is who:
He will remain in your side,
When you are all in blue!
He will be there for your way guide.


With them, we share all the things,
Without shy coming between;
They just become the wings:
Which help us to fly without any mean,
Friends really are a prestigious gift of god;
Without them, this world seems very odd.


Composed by Urooba Fatima.
This poem is all about my friends, some of them I have lost because of some issues but some remain with me and will be remained forever.
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