#realconnections - Hello Poetry

A year about to die, its breath so frail, Thrilled with joy for the new, we unveil. Friends with wishes, they come, then fade, A passing warmth, a shadow they’ve made. Let not the new year be born so fast, Hold the old, let its moments last. Unfulfilled dreams of meeting remain, Cherished old days we cannot regain. Likes and comments now reign supreme, Physical touch—just a distant dream. No more a friend at a breath away, Replaced by screens that steal the day. Let not the new year stack wishes in vain, Of meetings over tea, joy unrestrained. Let this year stay, refuse to part, And heal the longing in every heart.

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Dec 31, 2024

Dec 31, 2024 at 9:57 PM UTC

sudhan

The Year That Stays

A year about to die, its breath so frail, Thrilled with joy for the new, we unveil. Friends with wishes, they come, then fade, A passing warmth, a shadow they’ve made. Let not the new year be born so fast, Hold the old, let its moments last. Unfulfilled dreams of meeting remain, Cherished old days we cannot regain. Likes and comments now reign supreme, Physical touch—just a distant dream. No more a friend at a breath away, Replaced by screens that steal the day. Let not the new year stack wishes in vain, Of meetings over tea, joy unrestrained. Let this year stay, refuse to part, And heal the longing in every heart.

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A family is not only all about: Vacations . affectionate gestures . luxuries . reputation But in simple terms, it is all about: Some quality time . Eating meals together . Sharing each others concerns . A home of emotions, unity and togetherness.

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Jul 4, 2025

Jul 4, 2025 at 8:20 AM UTC

Arna_writes

A Family Is Not Just a Picture-Perfect Frame

A family is not only all about: Vacations . affectionate gestures . luxuries . reputation But in simple terms, it is all about: Some quality time . Eating meals together . Sharing each others concerns . A home of emotions, unity and togetherness.

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Not opposite poles but similarities draw people close. As there is so much scope to share, vibe and to do things together.

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Jul 6, 2025

Jul 6, 2025 at 1:12 AM UTC

Arna_writes

When Souls Resonate

Not opposite poles but similarities draw people close. As there is so much scope to share, vibe and to do things together.

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If a person is sharing his/her personal secrets with you, they do it with trust and not hope of gaining sympathy or support. You really don’t need to feel their problems. Just be with them and assure them that no matter what the future holds, you’ll be always there by their side in all times.

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May 20, 2025

May 20, 2025 at 12:43 AM UTC

Arna_writes

Trust Is a Silent Bond

If a person is sharing his/her personal secrets with you, they do it with trust and not hope of gaining sympathy or support. You really don’t need to feel their problems. Just be with them and assure them that no matter what the future holds, you’ll be always there by their side in all times.

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Friend - Amid the Laughter At first glance, it seemed just a jest, A passing “hello” in life’s busy quest. But through each stumble and every win, You were the shoulder—never short, always in. There were days of laughter, nights of tears, Stories retold for years and years. Though our paths and dreams may not align, In heart and memory, you’re always mine. No need for perfect answers or grand advice, Just coffee, stories, and a bit of spice. In a world that rushes and rarely stays, You’re my pause—my warm, unhurried place. So, with every “let’s go” and “where to now?” Thanks for a friendship that’s real somehow. You prove that in this messy, noisy ride, Some people don’t just pass—they stay, they abide.

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Feb 15

Feb 15, 2026 at 6:35 AM UTC

ThePoppiesStillBloom

My Tagalog Poetry

Friend - Amid the Laughter At first glance, it seemed just a jest, A passing “hello” in life’s busy quest. But through each stumble and every win, You were the shoulder—never short, always in. There were days of laughter, nights of tears, Stories retold for years and years. Though our paths and dreams may not align, In heart and memory, you’re always mine. No need for perfect answers or grand advice, Just coffee, stories, and a bit of spice. In a world that rushes and rarely stays, You’re my pause—my warm, unhurried place. So, with every “let’s go” and “where to now?” Thanks for a friendship that’s real somehow. You prove that in this messy, noisy ride, Some people don’t just pass—they stay, they abide.

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