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PeterN87279

The book of love

When all that matters is no more
and emotions lay bare on the floor
when all that once was no longer is
then life has surely lost its fizz
but hope springs eternal, or so they say
and maybe I'll find love again some day
maybe not now, or even next week
but in time I might find the one whom I seek
She might not be perfect but then neither am I
she might not come to me in the blink of an eye
but as the saying goes, and we all know it well
'there's someone for everyone'.....
it's on these words I dwell
we've all been in love and lost someone dear
and after the pain then comes the fear
the fear of finding someone new
and of closing the book on the past that we knew
and the one that we loved and with whose love we grew
but books are written with a start and an end
and love is the same, no matter how we pretend
all we can do is enjoy each chapter
while cherishing the love of the new heart we capture.
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Posted: Dec 15
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The Vanishing

Like leaves on trees, we dance and sway,
In winds of time, we have our day.
Born to grow, to multiply,
But in the end, we all must die.

As leaves fall softly to the ground,
We too depart, no longer bound.
Leaving behind a trail of pain,
A whisper of hope, a silent refrain.

Others will follow the path we tread,
A carpet of memories, the living thread.
Beneath their feet, our legacy lies,
For in life's fleeting moments, everything flies.
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Posted: Apr 16
About this poem:
the poetry is part of my book called " the souls capturing city " it was originaly writen in Romanian, but i have translated it with the help an AI hopw that you will like it
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Friends, of yester years

School, sometimes is tough time,
In our country, it's so book based
It is so dreadful to go to school sometimes

But the thing that keeps us going daily is the friends we have in school.
What bliss, love, pure and unselfish.
What emotions are gathered, unspoilt and tender to live a lifetime.

Today, I'm so glad, so happy,
It was pure Bliss, to be found
By one of my classmates,
The joy of her writing to me, inquiring.

I know somewhere in my life, I must have disappeared from the orbit of existence.
So, caught up in the rat race of life and responsibilities.

But, there are relationships that will never go sour,
That's the Love we have with our mates at school.
It's all bubbly and free.
Like we have never aged a bit .

Oh, it's so much energy and love We had and have and will have for ever till we part from this Earth.
However far away they are, it's so beautiful to have that love.

God is so great and amazing
Never seizes to amaze me.
Never seizes to shower me with love .
Being single, life is sometimes rash.

But, I've been blessed with the amazing love of friends, who have treasured me, in their hearts for more than quarter century.
That love, is so amazing.
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Posted: Apr 13
About this poem:
Beautiful hearts, beautiful memories. Makes life beautiful.
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The Dragonfly

Once a beautiful thing so free and open, the wind lifting her wings into the air.

She's curled up on a pile of sand, the space in her back for the key is empty and a hole remains.

The key forever in His hands.
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Posted: Aug 2023
About this poem:
Deeply lost.
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Don't be ashamed of me

With me, don't be shy, don't cover yourself... I love you as you are... Don't be shy with me, show yourself completely, just as you are, without inhibitions. It's all varnish, it's all temporary. You're a fickle woman from time to time. I accept you as a mature woman. I accept you sometimes. Don't be ashamed of me. I want to be your partner, your friend, your lover, your twin... not your judge. Do you have flaws? any ? I have thousands... who doesn't? Stretch marks, cellulite? I will accept them all. With me, don't cover yourself, wear the clothes you like, or don't wear anything, I don't care... I love the candy, not the packaging. I admire you, your spirit! Don't be ashamed of me... I dance in slippers, smile I dance in slippers, smile in the face with soap Walk around the house with my shirt on and your hair is tidy, or not tidy What's the problem? Cry when you feel like it because I'll be there to hug you, or fall to the ground laughing because I'll throw myself on the ground laughing with you without knowing why. Be with me and don't hold back anything. Don't feel sorry for me, because I'm very clear that whoever saw you and allowed you to pass... didn't understand anything.
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Posted: Apr 15
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Jaded_Raven

The Bonfire

The night was perfect for a bonfire gathering
Many good friends to join this magical happening
Time standing still in lost coolness of autumn glowing
Tethered to the warmth of blustery winds a blowing
In the early dawn of light planning for the fire begins
Like the morning holy prayers of solemn matins

Approaching you could smell the cows faraway and distant
Mingled with the wood burning the aroma was persistent
Food was sat among tables arranged around the trees
Receiving their share were the flies and bees
Buzzing a melodic pitch of tonic accent
Apropos for this outdoor content

The building of the bonfire is a true art form
Tree limbs stacked in meticulous order one by one
Enticing flames to rise in heights and dance like spirits
Filling the night with fellowship among the hot smoky orbits
Reflecting through the stars blazing flames leaping without care
As eyes sparkled and the heat warmed our faces in the night air

Grass fed meat cooked ceremoniously over the billowing fire
A picture emerges of feasting in a forgotten medieval empire
Friends together chatting under the warm dark skies above
Laughter in the air while souls touch in neighborly love
That need no assistance from extraneous luminaire’
While the brisk winds blew through our hair

Many life’s lessons were told one by one
Mixed with different views and opinions spun
The Bonfire climbs higher holding us in rapture
While mingling with the scents, chatter and laughter
All the wood if free to gather in the forests there’s no quota
This is the life of Bonfire gatherings with friends in Minnesota
Should strangers see the billowing smoke, stopping by to inquire
They’ll be welcomed as friends and asked to join the circle
To share with us the comforting warmth of the blazing Bonfire

Love, Blessings, Peace and Unity,
Jade Anjoun
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Posted: Apr 12
About this poem:
Life in the forests, lakes and grasslands of Minnesota is magical! This is the story of a Bonfire from my little corner of the world in Duluth MN.
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Israelis122online today!

Santa Clause

1. Santa Clause & His Wife was from the Snow Planet
100-Light years away from earth.
Since Santa & his wife and all his helpers had immortality,
the man upstairs had asked Santa Clause,
"could U and your team grace all the children
of earth with presents."
Santa said, "yes I will."

2. Santa's planet called the Snow Planet,
there were no four seasons a year on his planet,
it was winter all year long.
There was so much show everywhere on his planet
a lot of the children of the earth would love to play in it,
this Santa already had knew.
Santa's wife had decided to stay behind for those few of
Santa's helpers she chose to take care of, why?
Some of Santa's helpers had got married and they had children,
when Santa's helpers wanted to go a honey moon,
Mrs. Clause already knew they would ask her to babysit their littles ones.
But the huge number that had come with Santa was enormous.
Santa and all his helpers had enough magic to cover their entire journey
from the snow planet to the earth planet.

3. Santa's Wife had reminded her husband Santa, "Please remember if a few people ask you from earth what is your location."
"You are to tell them the North Pole, honey you're lying to them,
our Portal is in the North Pole we can enter earth
and come back to our snow planet."
The people of the earth don't know it's all your magic
combined together that turns on earth's north pole portal,
and it stays on until you all are finished delivering presents
to all the children of the earth.
Santa didn't like that Portal was upon a high snow mountain,
to the people of the earth that tall portal had looked like an over
sized Christmas Tree.
There was magic involved to keep that portal hidden from the people's
of the earth, when earth people had looked through binoculars
all they had always seen was an Over-Sized Christmas Tree.






[To Be Continued]
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Posted: Apr 15
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ladyjewelonline today!

Flowers

Woman are thought of as a Rose,
Soft petals, beautiful fragrance, delicate and surrounded by strong thorns to protect her.

Some woman are just like that.

For me a woman is like a sunflower, bright yellow and cheerful, always turns to the warmth of people, and has seeds that feed and nourish.

Most women are sunflowers.

But remember the Rose can bend without breaking, the sunflower can get destroyed for her seeds.

In the end all flowers are beautiful, soft and strong in their own right, so treasure them.
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Posted: Apr 12
About this poem:
We are all so different yet so alike, unique yet. We all feel deeply.
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ladyjewelonline today!

Dare To Dream.

Climb into my mind,

But be careful, if you walk down the wrong path you can get Lost.

Sink into my bloodstream,

But make sure you get to My heart, if I get hurt you could just spill out onto the floor.

Walk into My Aura,

But make sure you repair the damage with rainbow colour.

Or, I could just imagine that you saw me inside my mind, found my heart and held it, and that you broke all the barriers and put lights inside the darkness.

That would be safer, that I could handle for now.

But ohh how amazing if you were real.
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Posted: Apr 5
About this poem:
Bit lost today.
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lilygold76

I come to you in my dreams.

Sailing in the ocean of my dreams
Each night I come to you sweet child
Sharing precious moments with you
And when dawn breaks
I awake and in my room again
In a land across the sea from you.
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Posted: Dec 2019
About this poem:
Missing my granddaughter
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