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Category: Poems
Welcome to a realm where words dance, emotions resonate, and thoughts find expression through the exquisite art of poetry. Delve into a world where every line, every stanza, and every metaphor weaves a tapestry of emotions, painting vivid pictures that linger in the mind long after the last verse.
From sonnets that capture the essence of love to free verse that mirrors life’s complexities, this space is a gallery for poetry enthusiasts. Immerse yourself in the attempted symphony of language, where poet tries to craft tales of passion, pain, dreams, and resilience, creating a mosaic of human experiences.
Whether it’s the gentle rhythm of nature’s beauty or the raw intensity of human emotions, explore a diverse array of poetic forms that stir the soul and spark imagination. Join us on this poetic journey, where every word is a brushstroke, painting the canvas of emotions with vivid hues and captivating imagery.
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I saw a unicorn, I don’t know why Did they even exist? It did say hi Yes, it could speak,Actually blabber, a lotChewed weed I guess,A horse, who was high. It asked for help,I said, “Bro why?”After all it’s a UNICORN!Just be cute and neigh It went too deep.Emotion and gooey stuffWhat was it about?Dunno,…
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I locked away a part of me,in a tiny mystery box. A mystery so tough,with false clues layered,so that it takes forever to solve. It always stays enclosed,in the fortress of riddles.No hint,No sign.Don’t want it to resolve. Yet you dare enter.Shining bright,filled with warmth.The fortress collapses,the box dissolves. I find the piece missing in…
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Amidst all the chaos,when the hell breaks loose, when everything goes haywire,no right options to choose. The decisions all falter,you deem yourself low. Like a tired old man. Bowing down,have no strength,but wishes to see the last rainbow. When a dream is narrated,but it’s not yours, of someone else. When you wish to lieand close…
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world is happy..they all rejoice..there he sits,reeking of loneliness..believes he has lost it,the right to be loved..ignorant imbecile,with a facade..it’s all plastic smile..woven together,with dry humor..he humors himself,with cretins..acts as a collector,trying to lose himself,in his collection of masks..thinks he suffers,from a curse,of hurting people closest..no redemption in sight..he plunges deep,in infinity..it’s quiet,it’s dark,it’s cold,it’s…
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