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honeybear3000

Hubble happiness ......

humble happiness is not what you make of it humble happiness in when your happy and others are not you keep it to your self,
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Posted: Jul 2015
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niah9online today!

MOVEMENT AND MUSIC.

Movement to music, the two combined
Brings happiness to many, dancing a line
Whatever the age, ability or time
Smiles and laughter, confirm all is fine

Doesn't matter if training, leads the way
Or enjoyment the factor, making the day
Special activity, in sharing that gives
Freedom from tension, to healthily live

Simple movements, bodies can relax
Allowing the music, to release not tax
Lifting emotions, so special and unique
Fun filled activity, for everyone to keep
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Posted: Dec 2019
About this poem:
gentle line dancing for the elderly......they may not be able to turn sharply anymore, but they can enjoy.....
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Angeldancer

crazy times

Silent but glossy drops of rain that fall
into the psyche of my mind
Transform into the forbidden depths, bringing splashes of clarity
Revelling in the wake of a sudden variation of questions that are
Raised with brows that seem incredulous at the simple answer
That is given, a simple balance or fluctuance that rides between
The two sought after answers of the battle I'm riding through....


Pieces of a chess board scatters my energies, having to recenter myself daily to work out what I want, to compromise what everyone wants from me, as a angel on my shoulder, and an devil on the other shoulder persuading me into a temptation that should never happen yet it does, always the incessant wish for change and yet it doesn't happen....

I'm the catalyst to the change...

...introspection spikes as i put my words into motion, sadness renders from all directions as the battle is won but the war isn't over yet, still gotta live through tomorrow where it begins all over again, frustrations rise higher than anticipated, people want more from me for what I'm prepared to give, my mind just can't take it anymore...

Is option out of life the easy way out? No, its not. Nor is giving up. Only one way to go which is onwards and upwards, forwards with might, for that way, only things in my life will change. And maybe, just maybe, some joy will come of it...
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Posted: Aug 2023
About this poem:
a little bit of introspection reflection
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socrates44online today!

the Old Age

I knew clearly where things were before
being older now, I'm not sure
what caused things to become so
I really do not know
folks say it's a stage
it's the last page
It is called
the old
age
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Posted: Feb 2023
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Nonet
A nonet is a nine-line poem. In the nonet form, each line contains specific, descending syllable counts. The first line contains nine syllables, the second line contains eight, and the third line contains seven, and so on. The last line of nonet poetry contains one syllable.
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ladyjewel

A Me Day.

Close the doors, close the curtains.
Put on your music and an old T- Shirt.
Have cerial and coffee on the table.
Run a bath with scented oil, soak and just block out the world.
Shave what needs to be shaved.
Paint your nails.
Cream everything that needs to be creamed.

Become a Lady, an enchanting Women again just for you.
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Posted: Jun 2023
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We are so busy with work and life.
We just need to be Us sometimes.

Having a Me Day.
XXX
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yonik1988online today!

Another Me

Who are you, I'd like to know
For you leave my soul so hollow
You entered my life, and then
Something changed, can't tell you when

I'm not sure when you arrived
But it didn't take long for you to thrive
To lock my heart, deep inside
Somewhere in there, you reside

Rest assured, my dear, with ease
I've been here, always, to appease
Though I had to intervene
For I wanted you to glean

At first, I let you be
I didn't interfere, you see
I didn't want to cause you pain
Or drive you to disdain

But when you intervened
You made me seem so weaned
Like my heart's turned to stone
And won't be loved, it's known

I know this, my dear, it's true
But it's for your own good, too
For if you don't love, you'll find
You won't suffer in your mind

So what do you want me to do?
Stay alone and silent, too?
How long do you think I'll last?
Living life, steadfast

Don't worry anymore
It's better off, I'm sure
If someone comes along
And you believe they belong

I promise, I'll let you go
To love her too, you know
And if she loves you back
Together, you'll stay on track

So do you give me your word
That you won't cause me hurt?
And that you're not with me
Just for your own decree

You haven't realized
That we're just one in disguise
I am you, and you are me
Created by God's decree

You can trust me, without fail
And you'll see, your life will prevail
I wouldn't cause you pain
For in your body, I remain

So now, let me tell myself
What has been, shouldn't dwell
I'll make peace within my mind
And hope that happiness, I'll find
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Posted: Feb 16
About this poem:
Another poem writen in Romanian, and translated to english, Hope that you will like it, it represents the struggle with myself i think :)
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17th_Lancer

Corona

The Corona Virus

On Earth there is a virus,
A plague that’s called mankind,
It is of course the human race,
The blind led by the blind.
They fought for Gods of money,
showed every kind of greed,
And wanted more of everything,
Of things they didn’t even need.
They poisoned all the oceans,
And all the land and air,
Religion taught them nothing,
Most people didn’t care.
A madness gripped the people,
Like nothing seen before,
A selfishness unheard of,
Every group wants more.
And boys were girls,
And girls were boys,
Insanity reigned supreme.
They forgot our Earth as mother,
In their dystopian world of dreams.
But a mother has her limits,
We all had pushed too far,
In desperate self-protection,
Her anti-bodies streamed,
She had to kill the human pest,
That all the rest may live.
Number one is the beginning,
And number nine completes.
And nineteen is the number,
With which she must try and defeat,
The human virus killing her,
Our Earth beneath our feet.

By Mel Beasley
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Posted: Mar 2020
About this poem:
I think it's pretty evident what the poem is about. Before the coming of Christianity, the Earth was respected and revered as the great mother. Chritianity taught humans were above nature instead of part of it. The belief system was forced on the people who were forced to abandon their old Gods.
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Unknown

A Tapestry of Growth

Stitch by stitch, weave your tapestry of growth,
Embrace the lessons, both humble and loath.
Each thread represents progress made,
Self-improvement's masterpiece, to never fade.
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Posted: Jul 2023
About this poem:
improvement can't like you
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Gligeen

ELSEW-here.

Lose your footing.
Reach out to find 'there's nothing to stop you from falling.
The ground just gives way, though you are sitting still.

Emotions shift like time-lapsed seasons caught in a seamless loop, but are forms of winter collapsing inwards - though you are sitting still.

You're in two places at once, though you are sitting still.
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Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
It is about having OCD. Always being split between it, and the rest of reality.
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Lyfryter103

Hope, Strength & Love

Everybody on this earth
Has some situation
This that I endure
Is my complication

Although there are times
It can seem so unforgiving
It will never be a reason
For me to stop living

With the faith of friends and family
I hold on to hope
I'll continue with my life
As I endure and cope

And through my endurance
I have gained strength
To stand the test of time
No matter the length

Until the end of time
To all, I will show love
Hate, self-pity, jealousy
All these, I'll rise above

It might be an obstacle
But it's not a barrier
There's hope, strength and love
Of all these, I am a carrier

Some might call this a curse
I call it my drive
To rise to the world's challenges
And remain alive
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
Although this poem can be applied to MANY situations and conditions in life, it was written for a spina bifida awareness group at the request of my aunt.
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