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Seeking love, my new year goal, POTD

With self-imposed seclusion, 
I am wandering like a lonesome person, 
My heart wants to discover a loving feeling, 
Which will make me forget my woes. 

Love does not only mean a love for a lover, 
Love is divine, it descends from heaven, 
With such a love, you feel cozy and happy, 
You will never be in fear, never be depressed. 

Next comes the love from family and friends, 
It is a strong bondage which unites us all, 
It does not cost any money, 
Just show your love and affection by honorable deeds and thoughts. 

Last comes the love from a lover, 
A feeling which calms our fears and keeps us united, 
True love does not care for money or showy glitter, 
In love, you live and die together.

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An Ode to Last Leaf

Quote: " I am the last leaf on the tree and the wind is blowing" --G. Hinckley

In the fading light of autumn's embrace, 
A poet's pen dances, a tribute to grace. 
An ode to the last leaf, resilient and strong, 
A symbol of endurance, a theme of the song.

While the valley and the hills have transformed into colorful space,
You, the last leaf, linger in this desolate space.
You have watched the vibrant dance of leaves with the wind,
Their colors ablaze, a spectacle to rescind.

Caterpillars transformed, to butterflies they soar,
Yet here you remain, grounded, yearning for more.
Eagles circle overhead, a somber sign,
Of your impending fate, a destiny entwined divine.

All other birds have taken flight, left youe behind,
Locked in solitude, with thoughts unkind.
You await the mighty gust, the breath of release,
To set you adrift, to grant you peace.

Like the cycle of life, uncertain and vast,
You ponder your fate, as each moment goes past.
When you finally descend, to the earth below,
You will join the chorus of leaves, in nature's grand show.

In that final moment, you will be free at last,
No longer confined by the seasons that gone past,
For in the end, like the leaf in the fall,
We all return to dust, surrendering to the call.

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Gotta love - reversible poem-POTD

Love’s journey, joy and tears,
Guided by grace through all the years.
Gotta love, in every guise,
Each chapter cherished, beneath the skies.

True love with God, tranquil and pure,
Promises eternal, pristine and sure.
Divine devotion, a destined delight,
Faithful forever, in the Father's light.

Memories murmur, melancholy in pairs.
Gone is the glow, a grievous gap glares,
Whispered words weep, wounds within deep.
Separation's sorrow, shadows silently sweep.

Tender touches, time transcends too soon.
She sings softly, serenades under the moon,
Laughter lingers long, lovely in twilight.
Living with love, life's luminous light.

Heartbeats hasten, hopes held high, hues of blue.
In anticipation, ardor awakens anew,
Gotta love the glowing gaze, a girl's gentle bloom.
Glimpses of grace in the gathering gloom.

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Rekindled Love - POTD

Up on the sliding hill in the atmospheric river rain,
Captivating eyes of beauty, smile to me again.

Eyes full of rainy deluge, drenching in cold, over heart’s fire,
Like greening of balding hills, rekindle my waning desire.

Like the little birds over tall trees, swinging in wind, take flight,
Even though the rain falls like avalanche with full might.

Pre spring sprouting daffodils and tulips get run over by windy rain,
Yet they rise again and again, like my thoughts of seeing you again.

Who would not love you, seeing you move,
Warm-eyed and beautiful through the green alpine grove.

Let the rain drench you, flow thru your hair,
My love will rise like phoenix, and embrace you there.

Laugh if my cheek is misty and drips,
Wetness is tender, laugh on my lips.

The happy sweet laughter of love with pain,
Rekindled love, the strong love, burning in the rain.

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If I Were Your Love

What is love my dear love?
When you cry, my heart weeps,
when you laugh, my heart rejoices,
when you have pain, my heart aches.

How much do I love you?
I am the bee, you are the honey,
I seek the fragrance, you are the jasmine,
I stare at the dark skies; you are there with silvery soothing light.

How deep is my love?
I am the heart, you are its beat,
I am the ocean, you are its waves,
I am the body; you are its soul.

How do I make you feel secure?
To survive, we all need dough,
We will share, all we will have,
Smart phone contents, may be too private to share,
Our own separate spaces, will help to dispel the fear,
Occasionally we will agree, to disagree on few issues,
Discussing the issues amicably, will solve the problems,


How strong is my love?
We may or may not be there life long,
But be assured,
I will be ever yours and you will be mine.


April 23, 2023 

If I Were Your Love Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose

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Expedition

Beyond ego's orbit, we set our sights, 
On an expedition where compassion ignites. 
Away from selfish dreams, we'll choose to see, 
The world's shared sorrows, our true destiny.

In this cosmic voyage, we'll leave behind, 
The narrow confines of a selfish mind. 
To remember the pain, the world's cries, 
And reach for the stars with empathetic eyes.

For in the vast expanse of space so wide, 
We'll find a perspective, hearts open wide. 
To mend the world's wounds, we'll find our way, 
On an expedition that cares, come what may.

An expedition to lands burdened by strife, 
Where hunger persists and claims innocent life. 
In the quest for solutions, we'll firmly stand, 
To nurture education across each land.

Through empathy's lens, we'll bridge the divide, 
In the face of despair, we won't step aside. 
War's harsh grip, we aim to unbind, 
A mission of love to heal humankind.

With hearts full of hope, we'll dare to heed,
The change these poor countries so desperately need. 
An expedition for a brighter tomorrow we'll strive, 
For a world where all souls can truly thrive.

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Interlude

Interlude, brief and profound,
Where echoes of existence softly resound,
In this quiet chamber, dreams take flight,
A moment to ponder, in the tranquil night.

In the realm of love, where hearts may grow weary, 
An interlude of space makes the bond less dreary. 
Through quiet reflection and understanding gained, 
We rekindle the flame, with love unchained.

Amid challenges, when thoughts seem unclear, 
An interlude allows for clarity to appear. 
With a mind at ease and emotions set free, 
We face the world's puzzles with a fresh decree.

As the sun dips low, painting skies with hues, 
Interlude whispers secrets, ancient and true. 
A bridge between echoes, a pause to contemplate, 
An interval of stillness, before the day's fate.

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Sea Glass-POTD

Walking along the beach's sandy shore, 
I witnessed the ocean's mighty roar. 
Sea weeds with seashells and sea glass, a tangled mess, 
Hiding a treasure, a glass bottle's caress. 
 
Within its confines, a time capsule's plea, 
An 80-year-old message, a desperate decree. 
A sender's hope, that we'd survive, 
The ravages of war, and truly thrive. 
 
Smooth and colorful, like fragments of dreams, 
Sea glass pieces, like jewels it seems. 
Emerald green and sapphire, sparkling with delight 
A testament to love, on a romantic night. 
 
Perhaps a couple, once shared a toast, 
Their glasses tossed, a memory engrossed. 
For future romantics, a token to keep, 
A symbol of love, forever to reap. 
 
The sea glass's glitter, it never waned, 
I brought some home, my lover's heart sustained. 
A token of forever, a love so true, 
Sea glass, a metaphor for me and you.

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Gnarled

In a forest grove, where shadows dance,
Stands a gnarled tree, a symbol of chance.
Its twisted branches reach towards the sky,
A source of inspiration, none can deny.

Through countless seasons, it stood the test,
Weathering storms, it never lost its zest.
With roots deep and strong, firmly it clings,
Teaching us lessons that inspiration brings.

From its gnarled form, stories unfold,
Whispering secrets, untold and bold.
Each twist and turn, a tale of resilience,
A reminder to find strength in our existence.

In a world of faith, a gnarled atheist stands,
Defying beliefs, questioning the divine's demands.
With a mind unyielding, and thoughts unbound,
They traverse the realm of reason, profound.

No prayers whispered, no gods to adore,
Their path is paved with skepticism and more.
Through logic's lens, they seek to explore,
The mysteries of life, its essence to restore.

But in the depths of their skeptical soul,
Lies a yearning for truth, an eternal goal.
They seek understanding, beyond what we see,
In the wonders of science, in knowledge set free.

In the depths of time, a soul so old,
A gnarled person, weathered and bold.
Lines etched deeply upon their face,
A map of wisdom, earned through grace.

Their hands, like branches, twisted and bent,
Each wrinkle a story, a life well spent.
With every step, a slow, steady gait,
A testament to battles fought, never too late.

Their eyes, like windows, weathered and wise,
Reflecting the world, its lows and its highs.
Through storms and sorrows, they've stood tall,
A beacon of strength, through it all.

Their voice, like whispers, gravelly and low,
Carries echoes of wisdom, of stories untold.
Each word, a nugget of truth and insight,
Guiding lost souls towards the light.

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Love-POTD

My love asked me so sweet,
Am I lovelier than a moonlit treat?
I vowed to her with all my might,
When I gaze at you, the moon takes flight.

The flower questioned the garden's grace,
Do I bring colors to your sacred space?
The garden pledged to those blooms so rare,
Your presence, dear flower, makes heaven seem bare.

I inquired of my beloved, my heart's desire,
Shall I keep you captive in my eyes, stoking love's fire?
Tenderly, my lover replied with a smile,
In your gaze, the entire universe, I'll defile.

The poet pondered upon his creation,
Why do poems speak of pain and desperation?
The verses paused, took a deep breath,
The poet's tears, now dry, etched upon his breast.

A POTD poem