Best Worthful Poems

Here’s Heaven

As we approach the Pearly Gates Heaven’s crew anxiously awaits
As our Soul soundly negotiates how to enter Heaven and debates
If we lived without sinister sin the Gates would open and we’re in
For now our new journey will begin without our earthly scrimy skin
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The Gates...

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Demography,
Geography,
Gender.
Age.

Curb,
Obtain,
Courtship.
Parenthood.

The shape of life is staired,
Either irregularly paired,
or regularly squared.
We find shame in familiar places,
Stamp fame over unventured traces.

Bond to fulfill culture.
Pendulum swings affirming the law of nature.
Sowing coincides with reap.

As man toils to control sanity,mortality leaps.
For restricting malevolent norms unleashes explosive neferity.
Asleep or awake...

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Perfection flawed surely, yet he still craves to grow
plain books made great by his right hand
his portraits, more vivid in words than in photos
his mind creates thus his hand writes
and ever more lucid, so that our hearts would hold
what’s on each page that his pen...

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not worthful older  up down rock chair serene time  in a warm corner!...

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Memories
                        Anchor, Durable
       Sweet, Heterogeneous, Unforgettable
A store of past life and is different all the times
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i still remember the first time we kissed
hands we hold together,the touch of your lips
in your arms where i rest,the most peaceful place for me
those worthful conversations, everything is gone as of now i see
  
we were happy,we were living our life at best
what...

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Cease from dripping insane rain on me and drill a hole in my wall of losing-it-all...throw your explanation points on me questionably...desert the dilemma of our mind's third eye and make the truth brought out our living-a-lie that we, ourselves, can't deny...I'm an outlandish ostrich...an...

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Who said? who heard? who 
shared the shame behind 
every fame,the pains behind 
every 
name,the death before every 
life?
So much more to morn,in 
tears and pains we make 
every run. Every life we may 
say it deserve a new turn,by 
the worth we desire the...

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A broken dream,a longe,a 
desire,a point to start of a 
point to end,a new yoke of a 
recent folds,a worthful of 
heart resolution,in sincerity it 
worth a celebration,in every 
dimension;it's a new begining 
in which we found sudden 
lasting joy of 
health,wealth,fame.....,.
 A new year,a...

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Broken all over
Not fixed, not once
Like broken glass
Hard on the outside
But hollow on the inside
Mistaken, Forgotten
All over the floor
Sharp and painful
Not worthful anymore...

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You were always too beautiful 
To stand still
You seek out waves of the free

I wonder how it feels
To swim among present life
Whilst their contented bodies rest limbless upon me

You see their lives unfurl
As they grip your strength
Soak up all that breathes in your light

Your are...

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My heart roared like an hungry lion
In haste for prey to feed my roaring heart
But tedious to capture
The Lion and  the Jewel departed for nine years
Without saying goodbye

I wandered around like a single pendulum
Wandering helplessly like an untimely killed ghost
Dying every minutes of unconsciousness
Missing...

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My dead eyes can see through your blatant lies.
They are no longer affected by your wolf cries.

My dead eyes can read your mind,
your facade no longer works ,
There's nothing worthful in you for me to find.

My dead eyes can see pain,
they have just learned to...

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You are the person of virtuous devotion 
The world has beaten you down and taken what you love
Yet you never slayed by your emotion
You took pity on those like you and with your wings showed them how to fly like doves
To connect is a skill...

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What causes me grief
Is also what gives me relief...
A bog of tears is what makes me think
It has all disappeared,
My glasses fog because of the mist.

This thing is what causes my woe
Yet it has some truth
That makes me feel so happy...
It does not seem to...

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