Devotion Writing Poems

Standing here, with pen in hand,
Written echoes, of love so grand 
Hidden script, within each strand 
True inspiration, never planned 

With every pause, is a...

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Long ere breaths a chalice dawn, eternal
trials beleaguered gone, test the wayward course
yon distant clinks, bespoken image seized
his past governed weights in tallied journals
that time...

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The heart is a language
of feelings, the mind a 
language of wordy debate

let my heart transgress
always lead my poetic fate -- 

let the spaces between
suggest...

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I sat for days and day’s wondering, 
How to write a poem ?,
I thought if it doesn’t rhyme is it a crime,
or if there’s no...

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We've stepped on its warmth—
White and words, smudged
where we once touched 
up our pain— on paper; 
now it fades.

A running walk
Breaking talks
Mixed up in tenses
never...

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Shades of a tree to shelter,
branches to swing on, 
fruits to pick up
at the right time.
Lights of a tree to paint
a nice picture to discover,
with...

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Every day, in whispers clandestine,
I converse with my hidden gem divine.
She remains oblivious, my secret stays intact,
For revealing it would shatter the delicate pact.

My love...

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O! Love,
I wonder! where you are?
You and your senses,
That can warm any atmosphere,
And heal my essence.
O! Love,
Where do you stand this time?
As I wait under...

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In the depths of my soul dwells a love,
A flame that burns with an unwavering light.
With every beat of my heart it grows,
A symphony of...

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Hearkening to community's notion, 
confines himself to violent commotion; 
Mumbling as though striken by demotion, 
stumbles to fathom out his emotion;
Hence, rumbles to drink an...

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upset of not being
     he was recognised by most,
   he died, he conquered

      ...

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The Heart Of Poetry

Lost in thoughts that fill my mind
Dreams and visions intertwined
Daydreaming takes me away
To a place where I can play

My imagination runs wild
Creating...

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Come clean
even the wisest of us
at least once has made
wish to a star

even the most skeptical
has called to a god
when feeling lost
hopelessly adrift
from a path...

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Writing my poetry is like breathing,
the words fall onto the page with a sigh;
they inhale and exhale gasping for life,
and finally breathing and whispering.

Each poem...

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When I can't find my pen it  
Becomes a pestering particular 
Problematic  position of such 
Preposterous proportions 
I'm  liable to  search...

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