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Best Poems Written by Frank Mashina

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To My Younger Self

When dawn’s bright light reveals your dreams with endless scope,
Embrace each day with courage, let your heart find hope.
The path ahead may test you, challenge all your might,
But stand with strength and honor, let your spirit light.

In times of doubt and sorrow, when your strength seems slight,
Remember deep within you burns a steady light.
Each trial that you weather will shape who you become,
And through each struggle faced, your destiny will hum.

Don’t shy from paths untraveled where the wild winds roar,
For risks and daring ventures open every door.
Though twists and turns may come and obstacles arise,
With each brave step you take, you’ll touch the boundless skies.

Hold dear the ones who guide you with their love so true,
Their laughter and their warmth will help you see it through.
Value every bond you make, let your heart stay kind,
For in their constant care, a light you’ll always find.

Treat yourself with kindness when you stumble or fall,
Perfection’s not the measure; it's the effort that stands tall.
Forgive your own mistakes and cherish every try,
For through your gentle heart, your dreams will never die.

Life’s not a frantic race but a journey to embrace,
So move at your own pace and find your sacred place.
Every moment’s precious, each step a chance to grow,
And in this grand adventure, your true self will show.

As you look towards the future and the days unknown,
Know that every step you take will help you find your own.
Face the road before you with hope and endless grace,
For you’re stronger and more resilient than you may embrace.

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A FORBIDDEN LOVE

In quiet corners where no one sees,
Two hearts find solace, though love's not free.
A gentle touch, a fleeting smile,
In a world that deems their love a trial.

Their love, a secret they must protect,
From judging eyes and harsh neglect.
They hold each other in the dark,
Wishing the world would warm to their spark.

They dream of days without disguise,
Where love can live beneath open skies.
But for now, they whisper and wait,
Holding tight to a love the world won't celebrate.

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Mom’s Photo Secret

Mom said, “No sex before marriage,”
With rules she thought were quite sage.
But in her wedding shot,
I see a twist in the plot—
Was her vow just a part of the age?

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Relentless Pursuit

I don’t know if my mind still knows the way,
or if the path ahead is just a fading gray.
These endless nights stretch like centuries long,
haunted by a dream that whispers, yet feels wrong.

I don’t know if I’m truly free, or bound tight,
if I’m walking the path that God would invite.
Am I nursing wounds that ache deep in my core,
or donning a mask that hides the hurt I ignore?

Maybe I’m caught in this relentless chase,
grasping at shadows, losing my grace.
These worldly desires weigh heavy on my heart,
planting seeds of worry, tearing my soul apart.

Oh, how I long to speak with the me of tomorrow,
to look into his eyes, to share all my sorrow.
“Have you found the peace that time promised to bring?
Or are you still wrestling with the same haunting sting?”

“Did you achieve the dream that keeps me awake?
If you’ve made it, please show me the way to awake.
And if you’ve lost hope, if the darkness still stays,
tell me how to escape this unending malaise.”

I bear the shame of feeling so low,
crushed by the weight of a life that moves slow.
I wish to be stronger, reborn from the pain,
to rise from the ashes, to dance in the rain.

Please, dear God, forgive me for wrestling with doubt,
for the whispers of fear that leave me without.
Extend your warm hand and guide me from strife,
for without your direction, I’m lost in this life.

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The Dream That Haunts Me TRI

In shadows deep where whispers blend,
A haunting dream steals through my night.
It haunts me still, it will not end,
And casts a veil of silent fright.

A haunting dream steals through my night,
Its echoes dance with shadowed grace,
In every corner of my space.

It haunts me still, it will not end,
Each whisper sharp, a ghostly trace,
That lingers in the quiet place.

And casts a veil of silent fright,
Where dreams of night and fears collide,
In restless sleep, nowhere to hide.

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The Beauty of Writing

I 
            love 
        the way words 
      intertwine like stars 
    that collide, creating sparks 
   of hope and dreams, lighting the 
  paths we walk, reflecting the past, 
 with a pen in hand, I capture these 
moments, the laughter, the whispers, 
soft and sweet as a breeze, flowing in  
verses, in rhythms, in echoes of time,  
 where the heart beats loud, where the  
  soul finds peace, my ink bleeds truth
   across the pages of life, my heart  
      spills stories, each line a kiss,  
         with passion and grace, I 
           hold dear the dance of  
             language, the power   
               of love in a few     
                  small words,  
                    I lay bare  
                       my heart,  
                          here’s my 
                             best 
                            poem.

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Echoes of Dawn TRI

The morning sun broke soft and bright,
A canvas painted hues anew.
With dreams and hopes in gentle light,
The day began with a golden hue.

A canvas painted hues anew,
She breathed in possibilities,
In morning’s grace, she found her peace.

With dreams and hopes in gentle light,
The day unfolded fresh and clear.
A moment’s calm, so sincere.

The day began with a golden hue,
Her heart found solace in the sky,
Beneath the clouds, she let out a sigh.

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Life

...... ..................Life spins around and around,
                       an endless cycle of love and sound.
                    Beginning where it ends, it goes,
                like rivers that the ocean knows.
              Flowing gently, never still,
           life returns as it always will.
        The circle moves, the journey's true,
     bringing us back to what's brand new.
    Endless and eternal, forever to be,
      a circle of life, wild and free.
        Round and round, as life shows,
           where it ends, no one knows.
              Life spins around and around,
                 in a pattern so profound.
                    It weaves our fates,
                    in endless states.
                 Round and round,
               without a sound.
            Always there,
         everywhere.
       Life spins,
      begins,
    ends.

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ECHOES OF THE PAST

In ancient woods where shadows softly dance and play,  
The whispers of old times are caught at close of day.  
Among the silent trees where time seems to stand still,  
The echoes of forgotten tales drift gently, still.  

As the sun sinks low behind the distant hills,  
The ghosts of days gone by emerge with quiet thrills.  
Their voices blend with rustling leaves, both faint and clear,  
Telling stories of old loves and battles fought in fear.  

The river’s gentle flow brings memories to light,  
Moonbeams touch the water, soft and silver-bright.  
Its surface holds the secrets of a time now passed,  
Yet in its peaceful ripples, memories seem to last.  

The stones that line the path are worn and marked by age,  
Each one a silent witness to the lives they engaged.  
Every step upon their surface wakes a distant song,  
Hints of lives and moments that forever do belong.  

The wind through the trees carries echoes from the past,  
Of love and loss, of dreams that never seemed to last.  
It whispers through the dark, a soft and haunting sound,  
Bringing back the stories that the night has gently bound.  

The stars up high are witnesses to every tale,  
Their light a steady guide through shadows that prevail.  
They watch the world below and listen to the cries,  
Of voices from the past beneath the endless skies.  

As night descends with grace upon the quiet glen,  
The echoes of the past awaken once again.  
In the calm of twilight, stories weave their way,  
A tapestry of memories that never fade away.  

With dawn's first light, the night’s whispers start to fade,  
Yet in the heart’s quiet corners, memories will stay.  
For in the depths of time, where shadows softly rest,  
The echoes of old stories are forever manifest.

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The Autumn Farewell

The leaves of autumn blush in crimson hue,
A farewell whispered soft to summer's grace,
As golden light descends to take its place,
And forests don their robes of rusted dew.
The winds of change bring forth a chill anew,
In amber tones the trees their fate embrace,
Each branch prepares to face the winter’s face,
As bare as truth when time has come to view.

But in the silence of the winter’s reign,
The roots hold fast beneath the frozen crust,
For spring will thaw what winter dared restrain.
Though branches sleep, the earth remembers trust,
Awaiting life to course through them again,
And sing once more, as every tree must.



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