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Below are the all-time best Garima Dubey poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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An Unusual Experience

Wales to me is gloriously enchanting,
filled with history and nature's mystery.
Gifted by heavenly father,
the beauty of wales is unending just like it's rugged coastline.
Full of culture and tradition,
you will get the best crawl here I can say with conviction.
Majestic castles stand aloof,
presenting the Victorian history with proof.
Wales to me is serene and surreal,
makes me wonder what's untrue and real?
Oh! the atmosphere here is so jolly
I feel awe and golly.
There is something different in air!
amicability is filled in this soil even though nowadays it's so rare.

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What Is Love

What is love?
A rhetorical question!
An art movie  I want to watch without an intervention.

What is love?
An amusing venture!
If taken too seriously may turn into a dicey adventure.

What is love?
A companionship for lifelong!
An emotion so mighty and fiercely strong.

What is love?
A luxury not everyone can afford,
a beauty not everyone can behold.

Alas!
What is love?
Love is a journey not a destination,
love is a feeling you can't possess with lack of compassion.
Love is a cure to jealousy,
a power mightier than any prophecy.
Love is an emotion which can't be expressed with actions alone,
it is a fragrance stronger than any cologne.
Love is pure in all forms,
love is accepted in all norms.

Love is selfless,
love is never helpless.
Love is felt not seen,
love is reality not a movie on screen.
True love is unrefined,
love best is undefined.


Love is Love.

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Rise Again

Wandering in the woods,I had an epiphany.
My life right now is an opera without a symphony.
The plans I made turned futile,
now my body is  exhausted and my spirit has turned immotile.
Dreams sometimes can become your greatest source of misery,
Broken dreams create scars and invisible injury.
My ship of hope has lost its sailor,
it's heading forward in the storm without caring about success or failure.

It happens to all once in a lifetime,
when the decisions of past seem like a crime.
Bawling over what is lost is unavailing,
fruitless is the action of wailing.
Pick up the pieces and join them all,
gather all your strength and rise from the fall.

Life is full of miracles and magic,
it is a tale both happy and tragic.
You are the protagonist of your story,
the pen is in your hand,
make it a dreary yarn or an anecdote full of glory.

Date unknown
Contest name:Your Personal Favourite poetry contest

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Coming Back Home

C-ircumstances were 
O-verwhelming
M-y life turned upside down
I-mperilled lives gripped with fear
N-o fancy tale this is ,its my
G-rievous story
B-rutal and horrifying memories
A-mbiguous future without any hope 
C-asted out of our homes and land
K-ids and families separated
H-omeless and hungry
O-verthrown from our
M-otherland 
E-mbattled , this is my refugee story



Written for : Coming back home poetry contest
Sponsor:John Hamilton

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The Last Embrace

As a child ,
I believed 
everything and everyone is forever,
for me there was no death no fear.

As I grew up
I learnt the truth the hard way,
My world changed within few seconds
when the doctor said my mother was suffering from cancer.

Days turned into weeks,
weeks turned into months,
I saw her beautiful skin turn pale in colour,
as the days passed by she looked more and more weak.
I kept reminding her my childhood antiques,
she smiled as a drop of tear rolled down her cheeks.
There was no good news ,
with every passing second I thought I was losing my mom,
my dearest mother.

I planned  my future with so much certainty,
but forgot that life doesn't follow rules.
I held her hand and kissed her  eyes,
that moment is forever etched in my memory.

I asked her one day,
if she wanted anything?
laying on the hospital bed ,
she asked me if I could give her a little bit of heaven,
seeing my puzzled face 
she hid her smile .
I had no idea what she was talking about,
I hugged her ,
then  she felt asleep forever.

I saw a photo  kept beside the bed,
it was a photo of my mom ,
holding baby  me in her arms .
Her smile was pure,
her eyes were beaming with happiness ,
as I turned the photo around,
something was written in my mom's handwriting,
Happy birthday my dear, 
you are my little bit of heaven

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Not All Stones Are Diamonds

Sunday morning up with the lark,
I went jogging in the park.
Suddenly I felt pain in my sides,
soon I started taking long strides.

I went to the doctor immediately,
I needed help desperately.
The doctor smiled and wrote me some tests.
Clinic visits I always detest.

The doctor told me I had crystals,
no not diamonds the oxalic one.
The doctor said wrly "don't worry my son."
"I can turn them into small pieces by surgical procedure",
the doctor said proudly giving my brain untimely seizures.

How was he going to break them small?
how were they going to pass?
Never could I imagine that such tiny stones could also harass. 

Not all stones are diamonds,
some are kidney stones,
The pain these  tiny crystals  inflict can make you simply atone.

Passing these tiny stones was no easy task,
no better punishment for all my sins I could ever ask.
Finally the stones departed,
passing them was not for the softhearted.

Don't underestimate these tiny stones,
they can make grown ups moan.
Eat healthy ,stay fresh and take care of your each bone
and
please beware of the kidney stones.


Contest: Stones Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco

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Shiva My Saviour

I close my eyes to see his face,
    I bow my head to feel his grace.
    He holds my hand when times are tough,
    To give me strength that's enough.
    My Shiva lives inside me,
    Guides me and chides me.
    He's my protector and my friend.
    He's the light of my tunnel's end.
    
    He is naive like a child ,
    sometimes harsh mostly mild.
    Lover of milk and wood apple.
    His aura can make anybody bedazzle.
   
    He is like you and me,
    Nothing grand just ordinary.
    He's a paradox and a hyperbole.
    His existence is simply exemplary.

   Deep in depression when I felt,
   I just closed my eyes and knelt.
   He was there in my mind,
   how could I be so bilnd?
   The step I wanted to take was so wrong,
   how could I not see , this is where I truly    
   belong.
  
    He truly touches my heart and soul,
    He is the one who makes me whole.
    My Shiva lives in my heart,
    I know for sure that we will never be apart .

    Date: 19/07/21
    Contest: Touch My Heart
    Sponsor:Regina McIntosh

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Petrichor

Pitter patter raindrops fall on the ground ,
the moist soil exuding the sweet redolence make me astound.
The raindrops touch my cheek,
I have never felt so chic.
I am swathed  in a mystical ensemble created by nature.
I feel like an art queen in a crowded theatre.
All eyes are on me,
but I have never felt so free.
I am wet and muddy yet no mirror can make me feel shoddy.
I am covered with nature's scent .
A fragrance so powerful and elegant.
The breeze that touches my face,
imprints a memory I can never erase.
The raindrops dripping from my hair are touching my lips.
I try to wipe it away with my fingertips.
This scent has made me a pluviophile,
I don't need no lover to smile.
It's an epitome of nature's alchemy,
I don't need to hide under a canopy.
A smell so riveting and tender,
Its no ordinary scent,
Its PETRICHOR.

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Lost and Found

My family decided to spend summer vacation at my dad's cantonment,
there I came across a situation that would turn into a lifelong embarrassment.
In the evening he would drop me at the park,
he was always back before it was dark.

Most days he was late,
I hated to stand there and simply wait.
One day I decided to go back home on my own,
I was no longer going to stand and wait alone.
Let me inform  you I was ten year old,
walking back home alone was a decision brave and bold.

With confidence I walked ahead for sometime,
until I realised I reached someplace unknown in the meantime.
the place no longer looked familiar,
there was something quite peculiar.

In my mind a dreadful thought crossed,
I could no longer deny that I was lost.
I sat in the middle of the road and began to cry,
dejected and hopeless looking at the passersby.
Two good samaritans  finally stopped,
their leisure time was unceremoniously robbed.

My house was near a playground surrounded by mango trees,
the youngmen remarked that the playground was the key.

There was only one playground in the area,
the look on my face was pure euphoria.
The two men safely dropped me at my home,
I was scolded mercilessly  and warned never again to roam.

Next day again I was back at the park,
with clear instructions to hark.
Yet again I decided to defy,
I didn't believe in the idiom, 'once bitten twice shy'.
I decided to walk back home alone again,
this decision was both surreal and insane.

The past ordeal should have taught me a lesson,
I suppose overestimating my capabilities was my obsession.

In circles I went round and round,
until I heard a familiar sound.
Children screaming on a playground,
relieved that I was back on my homeground.

I finally reached my home safe and sound,
this was the story of how I was lost and found.

Contest : My favourite vacation
Sponsor: L MILTON HANKINS

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Challenging Times

God not again!
Amidst this pandemic I will go insane
All of us have seen the news
Restless world everyone is confused.
It has taken new form
Media will convince us this is the new norm
And this "Kent Covid Variant" will swipe away our sanity that I 
   can conform.

Deadly virus and political imbalance is a dreadful combination
Uncanny is the situation 
Backing away is not the option
Ending this pandemic is our task
You just have to wear a mask .
 

Written for: Capture The Essence Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico