Tag: creative-writing
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A Christmas Miracle
This Christmas let us all remember not the santa claus flying in the sky and bearing gifts, not the christmas tree decorated in the comfort of our homes, not the carols being sung in the churches and not the christmas movies. Let us remember the brave souls who cannot afford these luxuries, who are not…
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Divine
Love is divine, Or the divine is love. As the only truth that exists, As the ecstacy that persists. Immortal, of the irremovable signs, A story of past, yet divine.
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I miss you then
Whenever newer events arise, I miss you silently in disguise. Disguise of an empty smile, sometimes crooked, mindless all the while. When I wake to the chirping sounds, outside my window, all around. Breaking away from your dreams All I long then is to hear, your soft whispers in my ear, your gentle coaxing for…
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Fearless
For those who are sad, in despair, giving up or just disappointed and discouraged. This will help and give you strength, you might be able to relate at least a few lines to your own life. When crossroads came and I had to, I always chose the hardest of them all, they bent me in those…
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His sweetheart’s wedding
A poem told in the third perspective. A man and a woman loved each other but the woman then suddenly leaves to get married to someone else, leaving the man heartbroken, in despair and alone, breaking all the vows she made with him in the process. The woman thus, without hesitation, marries someone else as…
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Embrace
I wrote this some time back. Though the situation is very different now, the feeling was worth writing about. A warm summer’s sweet delight, closer, looking in her eyes, sitting huddled in the sand, beside the tides, earth’s heaving sighs. Passions high, entangled limbs, kisses balmier than a rose’s lips. Sunset, dusk and moonlit…
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The truth of Life
Beyond this day, if we shall find, a loss of will to yearly stroll, and seek the meek embrace, of beloved sleep and swelling toll. It means we will soon in time, see life’s greatest truth. An old friend will come and greet, in the morning chirps or night owl’s hoot. He, the…
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Passion
The ambrosia of passion, When it goes down your throat, It turns all facades, Into pleasurable hopes. In that mist of pleasure, When you twist and shine, Yet you don’t reveal through The love you’ve hidden behind. I look through her, Titillated to the core Whether I’ll end up in her arms, Or at the…
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