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The Message of Iqbal
In the heart of the East, a poet did rise, With words that soared 'neath vast azure skies. Iqbal, his name, a beacon of light,
MUHAMMAD ANAS QURESHIPublished 29 days ago in Poetsit was a simple solution
it was a simple solution designed to keep us sated while we impatiently waited for the lunchtime feast it was a simple concoction
Paul StewartPublished 29 days ago in PoetsRat trap Poem
If life was a rat trap Then why would you need a map Anyways you are gonna get caught Why do you want to fight
The End
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Atomic HistorianPublished 30 days ago in PoetsMoorish
They called us Moorish But in a rush they painted us white So they could stop the fight So we can join their campaign To make the world more right
Atomic HistorianPublished 30 days ago in PoetsThe City's Lullaby
Steel giants pierce, the twilight's embrace, A symphony of horns, fills the bustling space. But wait, a hush falls, on the concrete stair,
a broken heartPublished 30 days ago in PoetsDon't laugh
My heart is fire Inside it only you are so deep yet far Twinkling little star Hey don't laugh I just want to count all the love
Snack of the Heart
In the sunlit corner of our schoolyard fair, Where laughter danced like music in the air, Memories of our beloved snack arise,
Ameer BibiPublished about a month ago in PoetsLove panther
Love is a question without an answer I am a love panther Small couple fights Sleepless crazy nights Love at first sight
I wish the scars of the soul could be seen
I wish the scars of the soul could be seen The scars that are inflicted deep within the soul often run deeper than the ones that are visible to the naked eye. Pain in its amorous embrace sets its fangs deeper into the crevices of the acts and syllables recorded in its intangible zest. Our heart knows moments that it tries its best to bury inside the depths of its brevity. There is both beauty and severance in the transitory moments of life. It has the most radiant days and the most desperate of nights. There are moments of light and joy and then there are moments of darkness, of hours of plight that behold and bemoan on us for being pure.
Hridya SharmaPublished about a month ago in PoetsThe law of life!
Life is a gift. wrapped with tomorrow's surprise. You open a new gift every day. Tomorrow remains a secret. Tomorrow is never promised.
Gloria PenelopePublished about a month ago in PoetsIrresistible
He is irresistible! I can't resist him. I am in love with him. How do I resist such a person? His smile. His stature. His scent.
Gloria PenelopePublished about a month ago in Poets