Poems & Poetry

8 September 2022 is ‘black Friday’ for the Royal Family. The world-famous Queen Elizabeth 11 health failed and she died, at Balmoral Castle, Aberdeenshire, Scotland.

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This article includes a poem about remembering death. There is life after death.

In sonnet 37, the speaker is addressing his poem. He is exploring the ways in which his art, particularly his poetry creation, enriches his life. His sonnets enhance his joy in life and afford him pride of accomplishment, somewhat as a child would do.

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"Word Prompts Help Creativity ~ Week 56 (Hunger)"is an article I write to help inspire our creativity. I choose a single word prompt encouraging others to write a poem, a short story, a song, or any combination.

So I took a seven day trip to Las Vegas to relax and find some capital for my anorexic wallet.

People ask me, through the streets, Why I go yawning at the cranes, Smoking my cigar in the sun, What my youth is doing, And for three years of laziness What my sleepless nights have done.

A Man having neither credit nor resource, And housing the Devil in his purse, That is to say, housing nothing there, Imagined that he would do well To hang himself, and finish himself. even his misery,

Use only makes possession. I ask these people whose passion Is To accumulate always, to put sum upon sum, What advantage they have that another man does not have.

The day pushes the night, And the dark night Pushes the day which shines With a dark shadow.

So, my dear friend, you are going to leave! Goodbye ; let fools blame your folly. Whatever the path, whatever the future, The only guide in this world is the hand of a friend.

If you want me to love again, Give me back the age of love; At the twilight of my days Join, if possible, the dawn.

In my days of misfortune, Alfred, alone among a thousand, You remained faithful to me where so many others fled from me.

I Need A Family Not A Court Is a Poem By Christen Kuikoua, Wrote To tell About the importance of having a family loves and support.

In your eyes the overly brutal clarity is dulled. Your smooth forehead, like dazzling vellum, Splashed with the scarlet and gold of the image,

By the streams, by the waterfalls, In the fields of flowering olive trees, On the rocks, under the arcades

We all have different forms of expression, I express myself through literature, and I manage to understand a little of what I feel through writing

In your immortal memory, As in the repository Of a divine chapel, For those who are faithful to you, Keep love and hope.

I don't love you, oh blonde Anne And if you believed it for a while, learn That we are not one of those people who are led With a selvage and by the tip of the nose; I haven't loved you… for a week, And I don't know why you're surprised

If you didn't love me, tell me, foolish girl, What were you stammering in those fatal nights? Did you practice your tongue to mock your thou

You are not the most in love Of those who took my flesh from me; You are not the tastiest Of my women from the other winter. But I still love you! Besides, your soft and benign body Has everything, in its supreme calm, So handsomely feminine.

Where do wishes come from?

And I will caress yours. And on your lily-like throat, Where my ardor will put roses, I will put my mouth on fire. My arms will prick at play, swooning over good things From below the waist and lower. Then my hands, not without mad fights With your badly wrathful hands

Like a snail she fought the battle because she knows what her intuition says, she never regretted her actions afterwards...

She was restless because of love at first sight...she has been hearing it, now she experienced it...

Romantic involvement is different from being friends, this her uncle does not know...

It's a story about a lady who doesn't likes but does not love a guy....

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Depressions occur and are real. Many people are affected by this dreadful dream, and many of them are us.

The poem is about the unstable trouble