Tag: poetry
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Weekend Whispers
Friday night is a wicked tease,Loosening ties, undoing sleeves,Laughter is pouring, glasses clink,Plans dissolve with every drink! Saturday hums with sultry tones,Lazy mornings, buzzing phones,Dancing wild, the city thrives,Bodies chasing weekend vibes! Sunday comes, a softer sin,Crumpled sheets and guilty grins,We will rest when Monday makes its claim,Till then, let sparks ignite the flame!
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Hello October
October drapes the world in gold,A fleeting beauty, bright and bold,The air is crisp, the nights grow long,The wind hums low a harvest song! The pumpkins glow on porch and stair,With candlelight and autumn air,Leaves tumble down in fiery streams,A painter’s brush, a poet’s dreams! The sky turns soft, a silver dome,While flocks of birds…
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A Shining Start
A brand-new week begins today,The worries of the past give way,With open skies and spirits high,I greet the sun, I reach the sky! Each moment is fresh, a chance to grow,To learn, to laugh and to let things flow,The Monday breeze feels bright and kind,A gentle clearing for the mind! I will step with joy,…
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Smiles With Daggers
They smile with sugar, their voices are sweet,A mask of gentleness on everyone they meet,But turn your back, the daggers are drawn,Their gratitude fades like dew at dawn! They feast on favours, they take what you give,Yet curse your name while they quietly live,They will cheer in your light, until you get a sudden call,Pretending…
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Golden Days In the Eternal City – Rome
The Colosseum rose in the morning haze,Its arches whispering of bygone days,I traced its shadows, wide and deep,Where echoes of battles still seem to sleep! The Pantheon welcomed with solemn grace,Light spilling softly into its space,Its marble walls, its oculus sky,Held secrets the centuries cannot deny! The Spanish Steps, a cascade of stones,Led me upwards,…
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Unmasked
Do not paint your face with borrowed hues,Or walk in shoes that are not your own,The world may whisper who to be,But you are more than flesh and bone! You do not need masks to fit the mould,Nor shrink to match another’s frame,Your truth is not too loud or strange,Your soul was never meant for…
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The Quiet Path
Walk softly through the world, unseen,No need for crowns or robes pristine,Let others boast, let trumpets swell,The silent heart will serve as well! A river does not shout its course,Yet carves the stone with patient force,The tree stands tall, but bends in wind,Its roots, not branches, help it win! Don’t chase the light for selfish…
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To Thine Own Flame
In quiet moments, truth will speak,A voice within, both strong and meek,It hums beneath the world’s disguise,A spark behind your searching eyes! The winds may howl with harsh demand,And shape you with a stranger’s hand,But your beautiful soul, a lantern bright,Refuses to be robbed of light! They will draw a map, then point the way,Insist…
