poetry
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In the stillness of waiting, there is a hopeful beauty; a yearning for what is to come creates a strong bond between anticipation and acceptance. This endless twilight transforms our hearts into keepers of dreams, filled with joy and optimism. To love despite waiting means embracing beauty and heartbreak, intertwined with the night and
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When a nation bleeds, it is not just the soldier who bears the wound…… the farmer’s plough, the teacher’s chalk, the artisan’s chisel, and the child’s lullaby carry the weight of sacrifice. In times of terror, every citizen becomes a sentinel, every street a battlefield, and every heartbeat a war cry. This is not
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This is not a time for poetry made of petals. This is not a time for soft tears and quiet prayers. This is war. They came masked in terror and left ashes in their wake. This poem is a blade, not a balm. It speaks the language of boots on the ground, of bullets
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In a dim hospital room where machines hum and beeps mark time like a ticking clock, a man lies between two worlds. Once a nameless shadow in the service of a greater cause, he is now a battlefield of broken organs and splintered will. Tortured in the dark, his body remembers every blow….. but
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In a world that thrives on wisdom and the light of knowledge, the sudden absence of a true cognoscente feels like a shadow falling over a brilliant day. These rare minds, who guide others through the labyrinth of thought, leave behind a legacy that is both inspiring and enigmatic. But what happens when one
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In life, much like the seasons, we are always in transition; between what we know and what lies beyond. The autumn road, lined with fiery trees and scattered leaves, symbolizes the beauty found in change. Each bend in the path encourages us to embrace the unknown and trust the journey, suggesting that our search
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In the deep embrace of night, as the world lies in serene slumber, the heart passionately unveils its deepest truths, raw and unrefined. This poem fervently endeavors to seize the very essence of those electrifying unspoken words. In the hush of twilight’s tender glow,Where secrets in the shadows softly flow,A tale unfolds, unspoken,
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There are moments in life when we are visited not by people, but by presences…… memories, shadows, unfinished sentences. We meet them not in grand events, but in quiet instants when our soul pauses, uncertain whether it’s about to shatter or be remade. Love, loss, time, and the unnameable weight of existence press gently
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Life is a ceaseless tide, ebbing and flowing between joy and sorrow, unity and solitude. In its rhythmic dance, we often seek meaning, a tether to steady us amidst the waves. This poem explores the quiet truths that bind us to ourselves, to others, and to the vast, unknowable expanse of existence. It aims
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Each day offers a blank canvas, where the brushstrokes of our actions shape both the present and the echoes of eternity. This poem explores how our choices ripple through time, creating a legacy that transcends the fleeting nature of life. Upon the dawn’s inviting ray,A blank canvas calls our sway.With courage bold and
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