February, the month of love Roses are red, violets are blue With hearts aglow and feelings pure We celebrate love, so strong and sure
By Poems about a year ago in Poets
Purple, a hue so rich and rare A blend of blue and red, beyond compare A symbol of royalty, elegance, and pride An alluring shade that can't be denied
A bra, a garment close to the heart A comfort and support, from the start It lifts and holds, in all the right places A confidence booster, in life's races
A pill, a small and simple thing A tool of healing, a gift to bring It holds the power to soothe our pain And ease our troubles, time and again
Opportunity, a chance to grow A door that opens, a path to know It beckons us forward, with a call so bold And invites us to seize it, before it grows old
Alcoholic, a soul in pain Trapped in a cycle, of guilt and shame With every sip, a mask they wear Hiding the hurt, and the endless tear
Union, a bond so strong and true Built on trust, love, and a common goal too Together, we stand, hand in hand Defending our rights, making a stand
Ablutions, a daily routine A cleansing of the soul and being A purification of heart and mind A ritual that's gentle and kind
Arctic, a world of white and cold Where the winds blow and the ice holds A land of glaciers, snow, and frost Where beauty reigns, at any cost
A ball, so round and full of fun A simple toy, for everyone It bounces, rolls, and flies with glee A source of joy, for you and me
Missing, a heart that aches with pain A soul that longs, for what once was gain A memory that haunts, with every thought
Paracetamol, a pain reliever, true, A simple solution, for aches, old and new, In every household, a medicine of choice,