Kids' Poem
She looks at the world and dreams of peace, Hopes that all can see beauty even in the darkest of days, She desires that people will speak up for what is right, That they will never lose the will to fight, She prays that god will guide her through and
Rain write your name, You're always on my brain, Your life was a gift, How wonderful it was to call you my grandmother, The tears still flow when I think of you, But you lived a life so beautiful, Your laughter was captivating, Your smile was mesmerizing, Your
Oh, the daughter of my world, When I saw your earing fall To the ground, It was the heart of the enemy Which was slain with No bound. Oh, the daughter of my world, Every time I saw your veil striped A side, The hell awaits with a 'shush&
This is the final letter of madness— The farewell note of my childhood. After this, I shall no longer know The purity of youth, Nor the wild beauty of being unafraid. I loved you Like a boy fleeing school, Hiding birds and poems In his pockets— Like cotton candy Melting
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This night-bitten dawn, a poet’s creation, I read it in times of dark desperation. Where genocide walks as a daily affair, And even the wounded light gasps for air. Faiz once wrote, in verses profound, “This is not the dawn we longed to have found.” It’s just the
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Your love is a high dose, When you come close,my heart skips a beat. When you go far, it stops beating. You are my mate. Your one glance increase my heart rate. Let's go on a date, I promise I will never be late. My mate, don&
You are pleasant to my eyes, I wanna see you daily. When I wake up in the morning, you be there waiting up for me. With a smile that is heavenly, bringing calm to me like no one else. You are my life, you are my everything. I will never
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I have a fear in me. Fear of everything around me. 'Cause they used what they had as a weapon. They used what they didn't have to tame me. Doors were slammed as a warning. But the silence is what tore me. They used what they had
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Truth is for years I hated the person I saw, Battled internally with my looks, Took pills to lose the weight, starved myself to look a certain way, I was never content with the image I saw, I worked out five times a day, Never slept, because in my mind
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Can you walk that branch halfway up the old oak? No hands. It’s wide, and strong and ancient but it’s a long way down— all the way down. Down to safety, to habit, to the soft rot of comfort. A warm bath filled with decay. It would be
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As I went out of the university today, I started feeling some weird discomfort. I did not exactly know what it was, what it meant, and where it came. An individual is sometimes absolutely unaware of his true position, whether he is moving on, or wandering purposelessly. That has hit
Don’t worry, my sweetest, I write you into every poem. Even if we can’t see each other, I read you every now and then— While holding the book of love To my heart. It whispers your name, your eyes, Your sweet cheeks and your red nose— Which is