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Good Morning Poem with a Love Sweater đź’ž
🌅 Good Morning Poem with a Love Sweater 💞 In the hush of dawn, when dreams still cling, I hear your name in the robin's sing. The sunlight tiptoes through my room, And warms the silence, lifts the gloom. But nothing warms me quite the same, As thoughts of you—just whisper your name. So I reach for comfort, soft and true, My love-worn sweater that smells like you. Threads of warmth, a woven kiss, Each stitch a memory, each seam a bliss. I wrap it close, and in its fold, I feel your arms, both strong and bold. The breeze may chill, the world may race, But I still feel your warm embrace. Though miles apart or just next door, Your love’s the sweater that I adore. So good morning, love—may your heart be light, Like this sweater that holds me tight. You're the warmth in my every day, My morning sun, in every way. 💞
By Ali Asad Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Vote
Ethan Clarke’s hands trembled as he gripped the cold metal railing of his balcony. Below, the streets buzzed with the fading cheers from his election rally. At twenty-eight, he was the youngest provincial assembly member ever elected from his district — a victory that surprised even his closest supporters. His campaign had been different: promises of transparency, justice, and a government that worked for the people — not the powerful elite. But standing alone in his modest apartment that night, Ethan felt the true challenge had only just begun. His district was a reflection of the country’s biggest problems — corruption, inequality, and political violence hidden behind the mask of democracy. But Ethan believed change was possible. He had to believe it. The next morning, under a gray sky, Ethan sat at his new office desk, buried in letters and files from worried citizens. Then his phone buzzed: a message from Malik Shah, the party’s senior leader. “Welcome to the big leagues, kid. Meet me at the club tonight. We have much to discuss.” Ethan knew the “club” wasn’t just any place. It was where real power was traded — far from public eyes. That evening, Ethan stepped into the luxurious Elysium Club, a playground for the city’s political elite. Expensive art lined the walls, but the air was heavy with secrets and veiled threats. Malik Shah greeted him with a practiced smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Congratulations, Ethan. You’re a bright young man,” Malik said, pouring whiskey. “But politics isn’t about idealism. It’s about power. And power demands compromise.” Ethan nodded, though his heart sank. Malik slid an envelope across the table. Inside were photos and documents exposing rigged voter rolls, fake polling stations, and cash bribes to community leaders. “Look closely. These are the truths that keep the wheels turning. We all have a role in this game.” The reality hit Ethan hard: the system was far more rotten than he’d imagined. Weeks passed. Meetings with party elders became routine, their advice thinly veiled warnings. One night, while reviewing documents, Ethan discovered a contract awarded to a shell company linked to a rival faction planning to rig the upcoming national election on a massive scale. His hands shook. This wasn’t just local corruption — it was a conspiracy threatening the country’s democracy. A warning message from Malik Shah appeared on his phone: “Careful where you poke your nose, kid. Not everyone wants the truth to see daylight.” The walls were closing in. Ethan faced a painful choice: stay silent and protect his political future — or expose the conspiracy and risk everything. Late that night, his phone rang. It was Nadia, an investigative journalist he trusted. “I’ve heard whispers about vote rigging in your district and beyond,” she said. “If you have proof, this could change everything.” Ethan hesitated. “It’s bigger than just my district. But if I speak out… they’ll come after me.” “Then we need to be smart. The people deserve the truth.” Together, they gathered evidence — recordings, transaction records, eyewitness accounts — a mountain of proof revealing the dark side of the upcoming election. The risks grew real. Strange cars followed Ethan. Threatening notes slipped under his door. Finally, the day came. At a packed press conference, Ethan stepped up and laid out everything — naming names, exposing the rigging scheme. The nation erupted. Protests filled the streets. The government launched investigations. Arrests followed. But victory came at a cost. Former allies turned their backs. Party leaders branded him a traitor. His phone fell silent — except for one caller: Malik Shah. “Smart move, kid,” Malik’s voice was cold. “But remember, you’ve won a battle, not the war.” In the weeks that followed, headlines ranged from “Young Whistleblower Shakes Nation” to “Traitor or Hero?” The people were divided, but the demand for fair elections grew louder every day. Though the party disowned him and friends distanced themselves, Ethan found strength in his mother’s words from long ago: “Standing for what’s right isn’t easy. But it’s the only way to change the world.” His phone buzzed again — Nadia’s warning: “They’re closing in. Be careful.” The government formed a special committee, and the evidence was undeniable. High-ranking officials were arrested, and election reforms promised. But the scars ran deep. One evening, Malik Shah reached out with an offer: “Come back. Influence the system from within. We can protect you.” Ethan declined. The price of silence was too high. Change required more than courage — it needed persistence. Months later, Ethan stood before a crowd in his district square, no longer a politician, but a citizen activist. The movement he helped ignite was growing, inspiring others to demand accountability. As the sun set over the city skyline, Ethan smiled. The last vote wasn’t just about an election — it was about awakening a nation’s conscience.
By Arshad khanabout a year ago in Poets
Where did every one
Where Did Everyone Go?Lyrics by Eng. Ali SadeekRegret is whispering in my soulI gave my all, I played my roleWrote the songs, I shaped the linesHoping love would somehow shineI reached for hearts with open handsPlanted roses in the sandsBroke down walls to let light inCrossed the borders deep withinBut where did everyone go?Why am I standing alone?I gave you words, I gave you dreamsNow silence drowns my every themeIs this the truth of how we live?Take what we want, forget to give?Was all my care just thrown away?A song that no one wants to play...I wrote to lift, to make you feelBut pain is all that feels so realMy thoughts, they echo in the darkNo one replies, not even a sparkStill I remain, a soul so pureNot like the devils you endureI stand for peace, for honest loveFor every wound, a healing doveSo wake up now, my sleeping friendsIt’s not too late to make amendsThere is a door, still open wideWhere love can rise... and hate can hide
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
"We Grow in Love"
Title: "We Grow in Love" By Eng. Ali Sadeek In every heart, a seed is born, Of peace and hope, from dusk to dawn. No walls divide, no hate remains, Just hands that heal, and end all pain. We grow in love, we rise in light, We hold each other through the night. No fear, no fire, no broken land— Just dreams we build with open hands. We grow in love… Yes, we grow in love. Let voices sing, not weapons roar, Let kindness bloom from shore to shore. A child’s smile, a mother’s eyes, A sky that knows no more goodbyes. We grow in love, we rise in light, We hold each other through the night. No fear, no fire, no broken land— Just dreams we build with open hands. We grow in love… Yes, we grow in love. No color, flag, or border line Can break the bond in hearts divine. We breathe as one, we stand as kin— Let every healing song begin. We grow in love, we rise in light, Together strong, in morning bright. A world reborn from all above— We grow in peace… We grow in love.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
Awaken – The Anthem of Life
🎤 Awaken – The Anthem of LifeDo you remember me?I am the crown of all creation.Once I ruled the ancient Earth,Nature bowed before my breath.The skies were pure,The oceans clear,The winds sang softly in my ear.The rivers danced to please my soul,And flowers bloomed to make me whole.She dressed in green and golden light,Perfumed the air, so pure, so bright.The world was beauty, raw and real—And I, the prince, with power to heal.But now the Earth begins to cry,Smoke fills the once-blue sky,The ozone's gone, the forests die,And melting snow waves us goodbye.The beasts are lost, the trees grow still,The flowers hide upon the hill.And Nature moans in aching pain—This beast called Man is not humane.You murdered life with blinded pride,You killed the joy, the light, the guide.And now, you stretch your ruthless handTo crush the last of nature’s land?I am the coming storm, the rage,The fire that bursts from nature’s cage.The sun will scorch, the seas will rise,The air itself will seal your cries!Awaken now, O sleeping minds,Before the end of all mankind.The time has come—return, repair—Or I will drag you to despair.Return to what we used to be,Or face the wrath that waits in me.For life is sacred, wild, and true...And I—the Earth—am done with you.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
