Love is something we all want but don't get or have.
Love is something so beautiful you cant grip its beauty.
Love is the connection of 2 people who have fell in love.
No matter if one wants to end things that love will still be there and its going to Be hard because love is just a mere thought some say but they are wrong.
Love is more then a thought its so so much more then just a word
There is nothing you could or say to explane true love.
Love is something you cant get all the time.
Love cant fix everything but it can make you better.
Love is internal light and internal darkness.
As the morning starts to rise in the world comes alive the beauty of the birds and all of the little animals starting their day is one of the most beautiful things Early in the morning, when all is quiet, and all you can hear are the sounds of nature nothing on your mind just enjoying the moment, living the life seeing all its beauty and hearing the wonders of the world life can be a very beautiful thing stemmed from pain broken and shattered, but still beautiful beauty doesn’t always mean ugly, but ugly can mean beautiful one of the many strange things in life that we have a hard time understanding the most beautiful thing in the world is being able to love yourself and love the life that you live in now that’s beauty
I paused me on the unstable deck of inquisitiveness
Jailbird the mind is but seized in the remorseful cell
To be learned thyself I bought the grace of flower
It sold me in the furnished market of hatred press
Reformatory house reformed me all through seen
But unseen I breathed the furnace of vindictive vein
I regained the pause which declared an inner war
Against me, I won the self- except the love I’m fiend
No defeated phase of the soul I met and found there
Human as man and woman- a respective cycle of creation
Though divisions dyed the eyes of thinking thoroughly
For the peace, all illuminated the harmony in the nature
With love, I wanna stand on the peak of natural beauty
Where every heaven is built as a room of humanity
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
11/05/2023
Mother’s love … beauty of great excellence
Virtuous midst legacy’s prevalence
The best of human’s care-superlative
Expressing sublime kind heart’s directive.
Mom’s warm, sweet caress --- graciously tender
Soothes child, whether victim or offender…
Her embrace, ensuring hugs’ approval
Turns failures into triumph-upheaval.
Mama’s voice, gentle with truth’s assertion
Calls for guilt-admission and confession
Smile from her lips showcases bliss-delight
Glowing along blessed serenity’s light.
Mother’s love: wondrous treasure to cherish
God's good gift*...as shared... does greatly flourish.
*James 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.
July 10, 2019
3rd place, "ILMO My Mom 06-24-29-08-04-09--90th Heavenly Birthday--The Most Beautiful Sonnet" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 8/12/2019.
Love is a feeling for expression...!!
Love is the heeling for everything...!!
Love is a thought which teaches us to see tomorrow's behind today...!!
Love is a sweet feeling, which teaches us about the new things from the old ones...!!
Love is about to remember anyone special...!!
Love is about to feel the touch of the loved ones...!!
Love is the one which I feel for you...!!
Love is like the warmth in a chilly night...!!
Love is like a glass of water in an empty vessel...!!
Love can be the living light for a lonely one...!!
Love depicts the images of yourself by its eternal beauty which you can't ignore...!!
Love is a feeling for expression...!!
Love is the heeling for everything...!!
The petals fell like my body
Like the stars we wish upon
But now only few petals remain
Still red as the lips of young girl
Whose innocence is yet to fade
What do they remind me of?
Love? Beauty?
No for me, it's different
For me it's youth
The peak of our youth
The red glistening rose, my youth
But the beauty will fade
The rose will die
And these memories will haunt me
The petals that fell
Didn't fell with wings of time
But they were torn
By some that feels the closest
To hide the beauty of such elegant nature
But it never change the view
The first impression we had
For all we know and never dared to doubt
The rose was once beautiful
Our love has become such a delicate breath in shadowed beauty
and a thin scratch along the lips of still longing,
seeming to be just a rumor in the rage
of two reckless rebels
sick of love's stage,
yet we yearn
to wet the next page
to ink the next...I need you...
to bless with a kiss
the next chapter,
hating the want
though melting in the satisfaction
of poetic perfection,
oh how cute and cruel
we can be to eachother,
Love has no idea
on how to judge us,
and our heartbeats
keep asking for more -
J.A.B.
Ageless love of self discovered only after the burden of beauty and youth are lost.
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