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Overflowing Ideas.
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This is a promise. I leave the rest to you If the sea stops roaring The leaves stop rustling The brook stops rushing The flowers stop blooming The birds stop singing The grass stops dewing The mud stops staying The sands stop swirling The rains stop pouring The fruits stop ripening The gale stops blowing…
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One of the best things about life is youth. Youth is a bright painting, where the paint hasn’t dried yet. A fresh lemonade, where the ice hasn’t melted yet. A story which hasn’t been told yet. But it will be soon. Right now, if I ask you whether one has youth forever, what will you…
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This is a poem about a person who wanted, needed, someone badly. When that person came, he hardly stayed before vanishing. It’s different from the poems I usually write, but check it out.
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I believe that magic exists in the world. Just that some of us expect to see it clearly. We all exist in this world. But how many of us are really alive? How many of us notice the smallest of things and find happiness in them? How many of us radiate something brighter than light.…
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What is success? I’ve been asking myself this question, but I can’t seem to arrive at an answer that satisfies me. Is success achieving your goal; fulfilling your ambition; living your dream? Or is success the end of our journeys; when we are content? Or is success finding the purpose of life? Success means different…
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This is a poem about a couple; who live apart from each other. Both are halfway around the world. Their lives are flooded with problems, but they never forget each other. MILES APART A laugh escaped as a tear ran downA grin shot up as a face felt frownBoth living lives across the worldBoth seeing…
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This is a poem about how one feels after winning. There is a moment as small as it is before we are showered with congratulations and wishes. During which we burst with happiness. THRILL OF LIFE In that space of time When time seems to slow down But you keep running And you reach your…
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Life is like a game of bridge. Our cards are already dealt out. It is up to us to decide how to put them to their best use. Some of us are lucky, and have the trump cards as well as aces and kings and queens. Others have such cards that they can solely depend…
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This poem is about how the cold, too has a personality. How cold is world away from summer, but how it can’t be forgotten. To see nature in a different dress Which is white Like somebody sprayed it with paint Which comes off by spring But lasts through winter And it numbs me It feels…
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