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Be A Truly Beautiful Woman!
A woman who holds no grudges is truly admirable in life. Show respect by embracing a past untold. Cultivate a noble spirit. Strive to be a woman with a serene face, a tranquil heart, and a simple, pleasant smile.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished about an hour ago in PoetsYou are one of a kind
I told her I loved her. She never said no. In the name of love, we will always win. Let your heart be next to mine. Let it be one heart, one soul.
Joe Bou KhalilPublished about an hour ago in PoetsLobster Dish
In a dusk world where seas moan, Where stars dance over the ocean's delicate cry, There lies a story of a lobster's situation,
Love is strong
Love is everywhere. In every place. At every step of life. It always stays. It never ends. Love never stops at any point in life.
Joe Bou KhalilPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsThe Allure of Action
Four minds are at work in this charming scene: Boss, secretary, laborer, artist The last is so clear as to be unseen
D. J. ReddallPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsKeeping my life in my palm (jaan hatheli par rakhkar): In the name of a mother
Keeping my life in my hand (Jaan palmi par rakhkar), Gave me this life, First prayer for that mother, The mother who dedicated her life to me,
Mange Ram sainiPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsWordology part three
Letter A for art love it through my poems from the bottom of my heart, Letter B for a battle have yours in your life strong like a king doing from his casttle,
el hariti adilPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsMedicated Indy 500
In the fold tenfold since that drug fell out of the mold, you know the one. Raging buoyancy to hit every bend in the blood river, open forum to discuss the joined decorum deepening the chasm. Living in a head, half imaginative ass-kicker, never unarmed, half gore-demanding throwback phantasm. Handsome sum for the scars testing my lucidity, an infinity a stake with a measly 102,317 large lexicon in a humble-braggadocios estimation. Drawn to a level of certainty bequeathed at gunpoint or however you spell semantics. Fool God of antics. Frantic over everything, Spice Rack is a knife collection.
Willem IndigoPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsF*ck Power, I'm searching for Peace.
Note: I wrote this free verse poem to try and capture a glimspe of the raw, blunt, and harsh reality sexual assualt and domestic violence survivors have to endure. Our dark stories don't have to define us, and when some choose to share their stories, it allows us to see that we aren't alone in these intense and oftentimes debilitating emotions. I wish I could console every survivor and hold them until they feel whole again. A piece of my heart is with every one of you. I hope one day your eyes glisten again with your spark, because the fire inside doesn't have to just burn; it can glow, filling your soul with renewed Hope.
Ariana YeagerPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsHer Epitaph
I can’t touch the hands of dead bodies .. As an empath, I feel the depths of their empty. Like looking down a dark tunnel, knowing there’s an end but not knowing if the end fell to the oceans floor or pulled us into the center of the universe frightened me..
Charming_MenacePublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsI wish heaven had visiting hours.
OH I wish heaven had visiting hours, even just for awhile, When grief weighs heavy, and tears ever flowing. To walk through heaven gates, if only in my dreams,
Alecia HarriottPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsDethroned
I've returned from dehydration in the arid desert. I've resurfaced from forced hiatus in isolated Siberia. You held too much influence and power in just one useless finger. But I had the common sense to finally push you away so you wouldn't linger. A pariah speaking at a different frequency than me. We were speaking in tongues and alternating tones that neither of us could decipher. This vendetta will outlast us both. I've placed myself back on the altar and knocked you off your pedestal. Invincible and supreme, there's nothing more you can throw at me. You made me yield when I should have skyrocketed. The defeat you had orchestrated will backfire on you. The elaborate cage you trained me in couldn't withstand my wrath. I've destroyed the illusions you had set in stone. The firing squad is here to finish what I started. Execution by guillotine is a waste of energy. Trial by fire is the best way to go. I've yielded too many times and now the answer is simply no. I wasn't afraid to die with you by my side. I was afraid to live and not dare step out from under your shadow. The fearmonger in me sought more than anything you were ever gracious enough to hand to me. This isn't love nor was it madness. It was an excuse to stay stagnant that made my insanity completely pointless. I assumed we shared our sickness together but it was I who suffered alone. You made your exit so sudden that I was left with this burden to exist alone. You thought you had made this choice for me. I thought I would avenge myself but it is my silence that will speak volumes for me. My choice to remain supreme will perform the spectacle you will never witness. My ability to be invincible is the moment you will never see. Some people will tear themselves apart to find their worth. I always knew I was. I just couldn't locate it until I eradicated you first. You forced me to capitulate and emulate surrender. But I never acquiesced and I never will. The only armistice I agree to is emancipation. Keep your shield up and your armor intact. You may need it when I strike you down and step over your corpse to find my ultimate peace. Misery cannot find me. There is nothing more you can do to deplete me
Anna TorresPublished about 3 hours ago in Poets