Best Undergoes Poems

Wrapped in God's love,
gives you the rare ability to see
wonderful things never dreamed of,
beautiful things that will only exist in eternity

A silken veil is God's...

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Rudeness at places of work is a terminal cancer
That reduces and kills productivity
Promoting the dancer
Who feels her rudeness proclivity

Resembles a godsend in her way of...

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When winter months become morose
And everything around is blue and froze
Gets disheartening even for the eskimos
Their morale starts to dwindle and decompose

They tread most lightly...

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Every small sore is numbing pain 
As if morning can't see the rain 
Every small touch on your light skin 
Makes the world like it...

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Everyone, from children to grownups, 
carry the world in their hands, they see the past 
and the future simply by the move of their thumbs...

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I tell, to follow, that long trait before
We reached the  back foot of the tower tall,
Our eyes went up to the top core

For two...

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The future with AI is already here,
A world that's changing, with each passing year.
We've come so far, from the first spark of AI,
With endless possibilities,...

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My chamber teems with tensions, taut, that logic can’t withstand,
fragmenting mental masonry with memories unplanned,
as bitter tears from hazel eyes reduce the stone to sand.

Dim...

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Ma,
Why do I need to apostrophize you? Why did you flew away into the celestial regions so earlier? Is it because you are from a...

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Stages and steps are the structures of Life’s nomenclature
a little mind isn’t ready to go through its rotating disk,
quick and fast void of much strain,...

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hanging tenuously from tree branch the ripe object of temptation

sunlight peeks through the hill trees signaling arrival of a new day

more a curse than a...

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—The sun in confined to a bed being seized with jaundice—

Although the neighbors and siblings were gone,
you and I most hold onto father’s arm for...

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I'm sorry you feel as if though. And I am coming to know your sorrow. Insatiable. Though you may not understand. Over communication or there...

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Although a withered tree possesses a charm of its own,
aside from elegance, what should this old man do,
because not even possess a taste of ordinary
but...

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Realization comes now
finding me
lying bed low
telling me that
it's only
one future
I've lost,
there are others
for my choosing.

At this moment
another one has
already begun.

Green grass
cut weekly
still grows back.
So drastic
a...

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