#deed
Life isn't fair for all, that much is true,
There's a path for me and everyone of you.
In the brevity of our days,
We're tasked with choosing life's ways.
Forgive who hurt, let grudges fade,
Memories to linger, they've been made.
Stay true to self, in every deed,
For authenticity is what humans need.
Make peace with ghosts of yesteryears,
They're but echoes in our ears.
Comparison is a thief of joy,
Each life is its own unique floy.
A engine, the brain, and heart too,
Powering thoughts and desires anew.
Happiness lies within your grasp,
No other holds that sacred clasp.
Time is the great healer, stitches wounds,
Turning sorrow into tunes.
Embrace your quirks, be eccentric,
In diversity, find the magic.
Life's a journey, not a race,
Laugh, love, and find your grace.
Believe in miracles, they're near,
In every smile and in every tear.
Envy breeds resentment, it's true,
But your journey's yours, others cannot pursue.
My friend, the best is yet to unfold,
In our stories which should shine as gold.
It's never too late to seize the day,
To chase your dreams, come what may.
So let these truths light your way,
In the dance of life, let's sway.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 1:42 AM UTC
I thank God for friends like you
Who live their lives in simple truth
They help a friend along the way
And count their blessings everyday
They found love is not in word but deed
And care enough to plant the seeds
That grow into a friendship deep
They live to grow and play to keep.
So don't let the years twist the truth
Just keep on being friends like you.
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC
Long time
No, see how you
Be good and nice, that's all.
Do one good deed a day, happy
You'll be
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 11:08 AM UTC
I bleed to produce seed
for my flower bed of creed
yet the flowers I need
didn’t grow, instead unwanted weeds
flourish as it dirtied my deeds
upon deeds of neglect, I heed.
Nov 14, 2023
Nov 14, 2023 at 3:52 AM UTC
good to perceive a need - better to fulfill it with a deed
Mark Toney © 2023
May 15, 2023
May 15, 2023 at 12:30 PM UTC
Blue **** sparrows and some rather pretty birds indeed
Gathering around their special wooden box of feed
Respectfully waiting for their turns to pick a seed
Then they fly away and I'm thrilled about my good deed
For I'm the supplier - in their eyes the Mighty Lord
I know a few things but mainly where the food is stored
Feeling a little superior is my reward
Though most times they believe I deserve to be ignored
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 10:18 AM UTC
Sweet thoughts, a loving heart, and kind deeds radiate happiness like the scent of a flower.
Hussein Dekmak
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 4:45 PM UTC
Come to me, my dearest one.
Let me get inside you more;
naivety is your nature,
thus eager to please
and to be pleased
—time flies like a fleeting bluebird,
a fairy in its blue bright spirit,
and still you’re nearing my presence.
Almost there, so be afraid of me,
and yet fond of me,
for I'll never let you stray off anymore
—stop your wandering, no more—
and ‘tis the proof that I hold you so dear.
I long to relish that imminent moment
where you’ll give me the enjoyable tickles
while struggling in my arms tightly locked,
kept held in my blooming *****
in ominous anticipation.
Alas, I'm much eager to please you so
—and I do expect, you would feel the same;
that is what I know from your eyes
trying to shun my eagerness,
still neglecting my attentive gesture
beckoning you to join me,
but you will hide it no longer,
for all of your struggles, big or small no matter,
fans my fanatic yearning for your soul.
So accept me, my foolish child
(so carefree, but still shuddering)
as the dim evening clouds
would shroud the skies above,
sealing off the passage of light
that was once so brilliant,
but now without a reason to exist.
And you, the courted,
don't just stand there
when I come to embrace you heartily,
so induce me—do ****** me,
and betray your fear
to be accepted by me, and only.
Do me a favor, and this shall work
as a token of passion for me;
the perfection is all yours:
the purification of our intents,
the petrifaction of our conscience,
the completion of our unison,
ceasing the compliance
with the rigid standards
of the unworthy.
Wings of the butterfly collapse
altogether, and you will be
awaken, knowing that, my love,
you are truly a butterfly.
Like a pair of moths,
we fly into the torchlight burning incandescent.
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
I wanted everyone to like me
without giving them a reason to
I wanted them to like me
without even trying to change their view
I wanted to be good,
without doing a good deed
I wanted to succeed
but to grow,
you need to first plant the seed.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
What is man without action?
Resulting choice?
What is a man without action indeed?
Just a voice.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC
My soul is the master,
My body is an obedient servant.
Without a soul,
My body is just a corpse,
A wasted husk.
The beauty of my body lies
when it is in partnership with my soul,
Just as you need to exercise and go to a gym to maintain your body's fitness,
You need to go to a mosque,church or temple to maintain your soul's purity.
Your body is a carcass that is going to decompose in the soil,
Your soul is destined for your hereafter,
Your soul will be accountable for your deeds good or bad,
Your soul will accumulate Allah's rewards and blessings.
That can only be done by fasting,praying and giving alms,
Not to forget pilgrimage,
Which imbibes piety and certainty in you,
Guards you against evil,
Restrains you from shameful and unjustful deeds,
Cleanses and purifies your soul,
So that it leaves your body with least pain,
And the Angels come with joy to wrap in soft musk scented cloth,
And take you to your creator.
7/6/2019
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 9:32 AM UTC
The silence wrapping our words
was not born out of a deed or two.
Or out of lack of love.
We didn’t wake up one day
and began feeling alone.
The day we held hands,
we felt the alienation
that only love can bring.
No great love can
change what we were.
Where the plains of our own
lives and its insecurities met
there we see a crack,
to remind us everyday
that we never fit with each other.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC
You are suggesting my Soul to wait,
When time is ripe and future in shape.
But present in sight, which I may control,
This body may fight, and not my soul.
Water change its form, and Man his faith,
But sitting and waiting not changes the fate.
By itself the Water, not changes its nature.
when freezes, turn ice, when heated is Vapour,
Lord Rama killed Bali, Behind his Back,
Bhima picked thigh, in war to Attack.
Krishna once broken his promise his word,
Pandava bet wife, lost pride and Sword.
When time hostile , situation more worse ,
Condition challenging and getting adverse .
Then character of a man examined indeed,
Standing on your feet or changing in need.
Things which eternal in world, not I met.
It depends how handle , example you set.
Deed of a man earns name bad or earns fame,
This only decides, one's fortune, ones fate.
Ajay Amitabh Suman
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC
You are suggesting my Soul to wait,
When time is ripe and future in shape.
But present in sight, which I may control,
This body may fight, and not my soul.
Water change its form, and Man his faith,
But sitting and waiting not changes the fate.
By itself the Water, not changes its nature.
when freezes, turn ice, when heated is Vapour,
Lord Rama killed Bali, Behind his Back,
Bhima picked thigh, in war to Attack.
Krishna once broken his promise his word,
Pandava bet wife, lost pride and Sword.
When time hostile , situation more worse ,
Condition challenging and getting adverse .
Then character of a man examined indeed,
Standing on your feet or changing in need.
Things which eternal in world, not I met.
It depends how handle , example you set.
Deed of a man earns name bad or earns fame,
This only decides, one's fortune, ones fate.
Ajay Amitabh Suman
Ajay Amitabh Suman
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
My life isn't drowning
With grudges of past
I withhold my powers
To see, what comes last
Night brings in fear
Of being tortured again
Still I continue to live
As long as I am sane
I am strong willed, alone
Not a coward as you may think
My heart has become a stone
It lets all my feelings sink
I may die one day
Without even your touch
In a deep sleep, unwaken
I know, you don't care much
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Alone, I was born
Then I was raised
Later got torn
Others were amazed
Brimed to the top
With your beautiful love
Then my wings, you chopped
And let me fall from above
You showed me light
In the darkest hour before
Now, you prove wrong, right
Consuming me in your internal war
I am not weak to fight
We can still talk it out
These chains are tight
But I will not scream or shout
If death chose, you as my reaper
So enjoy you grateful deed
Lord is my souls keeper
He will deliver my prayers, indeed!
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©sim
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 4:23 AM UTC
Good deeds are seeds,
germinate indeed,
and divinity feeds....
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
I cleansed my hands of corruption today
For I had done a filthy deed
I gazed into the mirror
I saw corruptions seed
In harvest of its fruits
My ends justified my means
And although there's not a mark
I'll not be truly clean
You may question what I did
But it is my belief
That it's better to feel something
Even if it makes you bleed
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
If I sleep, breathe, feed
One thing & one thing only
Is that called dedication
Or just a bad possessed need
Either way isn't it a sheer blessing
To serve a purpose, a deed
Finally you get a seat at the table
But the hunger is now just greed
Greed is pure, greed makes you win
Don't be fooled otherwise by the sheep
Frolicking away is the real true sin
Anyhow, galaxy will drown you deep
That's when you must hold onto the deed
Jaw deep into the gutter, now you see
Even when you spend your life in pure greed
It won't be enough until you learn to let it be
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 5:54 AM UTC
Every deed that I do,
Leads me unto you.
Wherever you may go,
You are in my vision.
You're unable to control,
Your own ego.
I don't fear separation,
But I fear your harm.
And your ego can take you low,
It can drown you in its charm.
At present it gives you pride,
Vain pride it gives to you.
But I am here only,
Just for you.
Lest you decide,
To make a comeback.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 2:38 AM UTC
You think you can cheat me being young and energetic
I tell you I have seen you very many through my journey
I am a man with experience and you are innocent chick
There is no dearth of just like you and me in this ***** city
So the only chance remains when we take love in reality
The taste and the intoxication is where ever we just opt
Being addicts of love no one can stop us we are but free
The mode and manner we have liberty to select and adopt
But chastity and purity make the affair more fair to take
Love and beauty either corrupted with lust and greed
All those who cross limits for taste and spice are but fake
Innocence of heart and eyes make pleasant a deed indeed
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC
who's the current holder of the shop's deed
when did he obtain an ownership creed
we have pondered on this very matter
but no answer has yet come to the fore
that will satisfy our questioning score
we've long thought his plate shingle hung on the gate
with letters saying this is York's estate
though there's little of proprietary clatter
been audible at the place for some while
this has so troubled our concerned bile
on him displaying the paper's freehold
we'll have ken of his legal possession
this will be a rock solid expression
which is penned in ink ever so bold
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC
Peacock dances in its pride of beauty
Still unhappy about its limitation to fly high
Cuckoo sings in its pride of voice
Still unhappy about not being a beauty
The Crow, with no Beauty and Pride
Helping the earth in Vegetation by dispersing seeds
With no knowledge of its good deed
Happy and content with its birth!
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 5:30 AM UTC
Let me take you to the dark side of the woods
All that dies here is the good
Let me show you that spot
This is where I fought
He had me tied, I could go no where
I was terrified and scared
He did his deed
And left my soul forever to bleed
It will always seep with rage and anguish
Part of me will always remain and languish
There in the dark side of woods
That day all that died in me was the good
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
**To find equilibrium may be the hardest deed
Between the passions and the fun
seems similar indeed
Sometimes we want to run
But to stay is all we need
Though a immediate solution would be just simply not to sleep**
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC