That’s who I am.
Though I’ve walked this earth, lived a life much like others;

I am poetry.

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She descends from a faraway fairyland
and rises from a radiance
the nature turns connoisseur of her beauty
and all minds are tranquilized of her presence
her actions are emotionless
and she hails justice on the basis of morality
She defeats the gales and the gravity
ceasing the evils of their insanity, yet never fatigued

She is pure like the sacred streams
and walks like an oblivion lost in dreams
she keeps the feelings of her heart untold
and holds no hunger for food, love or gold
her life has no compulsions
and she lives independent of clutches and rules
She lives in divergence of life’s best delights
dedicating her life to others beyond their demise, yet remains unheard

~~ If ever reality and fantasy coalesced,
‘devil’s angel’ would be the world’s princess ~~

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Let’s bury the hatchet,
And we can make it,
Over the line,
This love can become settled again..

With monumental strides,
And with love in our hands,
We can dissolve this bad rift between us..

I will hold you,
Tightly,
Without you losing oxygen,
I will hug sense into your bones.

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By: Rana Rimsha Ramzan
16 YEARS OLD…..

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When I think about you
Sun starts blazing…
Moon starts gazing…
Stars start jazzing…

When I think about you
Some thoughts come by & by…
My heart joys…
My heart cries…

When I think about you
Wind starts to blow…
Time passes slow…
My heart fills with sorrow….

When I think about you
Some thoughts take me high…
Some feelings turn me sigh…
Some reminiscences make me gay…

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When we last time gathered…

When we last time enjoyed…

When we last time joined…

That was the day of separation,

When we had no complains…

When we had no conflicts…

When we had no blames…

That was the pain of our separation,

Where no pain was more than that…

Where no heart wept more than that…

Where no one was departured like that…

That was the day of remini moments,

When the weather turned veer…

When the sky turned dim…

When the eyes turned brim…

By: Rana Rimsha Ramzan

15 years old….

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im a poet

when i was young and in my prime the world was new and so unkind in this world we all shall pass, working and working trying to by some cheap gas to travel the country side far and near, to  go visit relatives and people  we hold dear.
through the interstates and road’s we shall go twsiting and turning to where  we don;t know , life is about travel or  maybe staying at home, might be with someone else or could be alone.
how many days shall we toil  in the mess just to pay bill’s or buy a new dress maybe some slipper’s  or  just a new car. why do we do it ? why not just say no! and walk where we all need to go, why not just ride a bike or roller skates or just hitch a ride to go where we may.
if you stop to look, and listen a bit, you would see that your money is all spent buying and paying for things you never see and ending up broke  just like me.

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life for life, we suffer endlessly

predator and prey, living the gruesome existence every day.

death for deth, it only leads to decay.

fight the death is futile, we all die.

fight to live is thriving, we must keep the light.

give to give, get what’s left and do what’s right.

be aware of things in the night.

never give up and never give in

to victimize is to sin.

eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth

be the best we can be and surrender to the truth.

to live the lie is wear and give the hangman’s noose.

let the flower grow, let the child thrive.

to suffer is to die, to flourish is to be alive.

give in to the shine, say, “yes it is mine”.

give in to the night that is true, do not fall for the false light.

wisdom is the ageless treasure, curing the blight.

be the children lyf or deth, blakk or whyt.

the children of the almighty’s might.

sometimes the weakest is what is right.

peace, love and eternal life.

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BANG

To watch a sunrise
And then see it set
In this harried life
It’s as good as it gets
God must know
The pleasure it bestows
To all His children
He created here below.

There are many
Who say
There’s no God
To whom we do pray
And without Him
Our surroundings
Would be here anyway,

Because
Worlds collided
There was a big bang
And from the din
And confusion
This wonderment sprang.

How utterly ridiculous
It would be
Of me
To conceive
An explosion
Making a tree.

Tom Fenning
2/26/2006

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