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How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see!
How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see!
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Is This Someone You?
I need someone who's not afraid to live a "Volve" existence; you know, Evolve, Involved, Revolve... Someone who above all is not afraid to love me, evolve with me, be involved in me; in the creation of us. Revolve around me; orbit my existence and allow me to be everything but the bane of his; never intentionally causing him harm. Become everything that alone is not. We will talk with one another, cry with one another, laugh with one another, pray with one another, believing in the us that we will build, knowing we are all we'll ever need. Loving one another forever with hearts that beat only for each other. Forever assured that when this life is over you will be waiting for me or I'll be waiting for you in Heaven because we'll live such an amazing life together that losing us both at the same time would be far too great a loss.
Hands that weathered a lifetime of touch,
Old and wrinkled, been through so much.
Warmth they hold though weathered and worn,
Many a meal cooked, held many a child born.
Hold my hand for just a while,
Give me just one little smile.
Soon these hands will no longer live,
They have given all that they can give.
✴MY REAL TIME ✴
✴Sometimes I'm over thinking.
About you. If you will be there for me ! waiting, and also thinking.!
✴Sometimes I'm confused! My hands are with your hands.
But they're still cold. For warm feelings thought that there is no chance.
✴Sometimes I'm afraid also to lose.
Your hands they are only my support. Many times they are really close.
✴But my real time is when I pray.
To keep those hands only for me. To fill my heart with satisfaction, and warm red blood not gray.
✨Marwa ✨
31/12/2018
#FightTheInnerContradiction
We appreciate you posting this poem in Russian! We could interpret most of it through translation, and it is very enlightening. Thank you so much for posting!
Не побеждают в одиночку никогда,
Прикосновение другой души-отрада
Всему,что просочившись сквозь года,
Не допустило до господства ада.
Прикосновение-энергия тепла,
Как свет надежды среди мрака розни,
Когда не клеятся ни мысли,ни дела,
Когда нас достают обманом козни.
Таков наш мир.Умея отдавать,
Ты получаешь.Рядом отдающий
И обретаешь силу,чтобы встать
И утвердиться в статусе-МОГУЩИЙ...