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If I was to choose I would fall for you again. Coz you complete me In a way I can't describe.. For more poems join our channel
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Tongue permeates sweetness,
Or else greased the wheels of my own consciousness.
Your lips.....
A sensation stimuli for my nerves,
Maybe for a newborn foal.
Bang bang....
Set the feast for my starving heart,
Come closer......
Allow me grope your neck,
Slowly as I lap up your watery like lips.
Let's navigate through the dark,
Yearning for the sweet delicacies,
To cloud nine,a lotus-eaters trap,
As we fill our honeypots with savory taste,
Oh!A stifled sighs of relief.
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I learned that true love is not about talking all day or having perfect moments all the time.
Sometimes true love is simply having one person who brings peace to your mind, no matter how stressful life gets ❤️🩹
It’s the small things that make love feel real.
the softness in their voice, the comfort in their presence, and the way they calm your heart without even trying.
And honestly, I’m not someone who listens to songs that much
but whenever I feel low, stress or mentally tired, I listen to the recordings sent by my favorite person, and somehow her voice always makes my heart feel lighter again and honestly, to me, there is no voice more comforting and beautiful than hers ❤️
💓My hayati💓
_*The Love: "What Ifs"*_
The first day I met you the clock stuttered—
A sudden tremor in the marrow of my bones.
I’ve known the rhythm of your voice
For a thousand lifetimes before this one.
We shared the small things,
The simple likes and the heavy dislikes;
But beneath the surface of our talk,
A silent sea was beginning to rise.
I wander the architecture of my own silence,
Chasing the "What Ifs" that keep me awake.
While the rest of the world is dreaming,
I am building a shrine out of your name.
What if flowers could make you mine?
I’d spend every sunrise deep in the dirt
Planting a garden so wild and vast,
You could never find the edge of the earth.
What if my words were enough for your heart?
I would never let the silence return.
I would turn every breath I ever takeInto a verse for your soul to learn.
What if the universe conspired for this?
A holy proof of how you are cherished.
What if you leaned into the quiet?
What if you stayed until the fear perished?
The ink is still wet on these questions;
The page is trembling under my hand.
I’m waiting for you to tell me—
Where does your "What If" intend to land?
_*© Karim Man De Poet*_
My heart,
A shut door of silence as I get lost in a maze
Heart aching, like a daffodils,
Dance and a quince to my shattered mirror.
I couldn't let go of the midnight skies in your eyes
Neither the smiles on your face,
I'd rather have a haunting melody wrestling with my own shadow,
As I hopefully one day the scene will unfold itself.
What if I say it arrived unexpected
As your soothing words gives me a leash of strength
To pinch hit again ,
And crack the walls out.
What if I say
Your pilgrim blushing eyes
Sets off my moods
As I wink to your game of dance.
_Poetess Daisy_
Title:
Education or Conditioning?
Hook:
If questioning the system makes you the problem…
what is the system protecting?
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Context & Meaning
School is supposed to shape minds.
Teach knowledge.
Build curiosity.
Prepare you for the world.
That’s the promise.
---
But look at what gets rewarded.
Right answers.
Correct methods.
Following instructions.
Stay within the lines.
Meet the standard.
Don’t disrupt the flow.
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Question too much—
and something shifts.
You’re not “curious” anymore.
You’re difficult.
Distracting.
A problem to manage.
---
Because systems value stability.
Predictable behavior.
Measurable outcomes.
Independent thinking?
Harder to control.
Harder to standardize.
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So the tension appears.
Education says: think.
Structure says: fit.
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And most people learn quickly
which one gets rewarded.
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Implication
Learning can expand thinking—
but systems can also shape it
to fit their needs.
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Question to Thinkers
If a system discourages questioning…
what kind of thinking is it trying to produce?
Babe… 🥺❤️
I know life gets busy sometimes 🥺 people get tired, moods change, and days don’t always go the way we want 🤍 but even through all of that, one thing I never want you to question is how much you mean to me
You’ve become such an important part of my life in the quietest, most genuine way 💞 not because everything is perfect, but because being with you feels safe, calm, and real ❤️ and in a world where so many things fade so quickly, I find myself wanting to hold onto us even tighter 🥺
I don’t need perfect moments from you I don’t need you to have everything figured out 🤍 I just need honesty, effort, and the version of you that feels most real 🕊 because loving you has never been about perfection… it’s been about connection ❤️
And honestly, no matter how complicated life gets sometimes, my heart still finds comfort in you 🥺💕 you’re still the person I want to talk to, laugh with, grow with, and keep choosing every single day 🤍✨
*solace.*
Today she asked me what my love language is. A love language, that I'd share with hers. And I grew quiet. Not knowing what to say. What is a love language? I didn't know. How could I know when I've not loved like that before? When I sometimes question the concept love, is it a facade of contrived emotion? Or is it wholesome like your perception of it is? A love language. To compliment hers, I that I've never known love. Nor known how to love. I wondered, is it the things you do for the one you love? Or those you do with the one you love? I look at her expectant eyes calmly waiting. Her thoughts perhaps peering at mine. A simple question. I try to answer. "My love language is..". I stutter, lacking words to complete it. "I don't know", I say, my hapless eyes searching for hers. She smiles, scuttles closer. I will learn, I have to, for you.
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©🅻🅾🅽🅴 ™🤬
*I AM NOT YOUR BALLOT.*
You tagged my name in piss and paint on your dirty walls
Like it’s election time
Like I’m another whore for your billboard
Sprayed next to rats, next to missing kids, next to rotting flyers
I. WILL. NOT. CRAWL. INTO. YOUR. DIRTY. POLITICS.
I’ve seen what it makes of men
Hollowed-out skins with microphones for mouths
Spines made of rubber and donor cash
They shake hands with knives, call the bleeding "policy"
I’d rather be a dog than a politician
Dogs don’t sell their teeth
Dogs don’t eat their young for a podium
Dogs don’t smile while the house burns and call it "growth"
Slogans stink
Like bowels ripped open in the sun
Propangada stink
Like maggots with megaphones
Lies stink
Like a mouth full of dead voters still chanting your name
Purging stink
Like bone-meal in the soil where you buried the truth
Like you torched the ballots and wore the ashes as makeup
Try to tag my name on your wall again
I’ll tear the brick out
I’m not running for shit
I AM the wall
I AM the stain
I AM the riot you can’t spin
And I don’t negotiate with pigs.
Reminder for you:
We spend so much time stressing about things that might not even matter tomorrow…
overthinking, worrying, trying to control everything.
But life is unpredictable. It doesn’t wait for the “perfect time.”
And sometimes, while we’re busy stressing… we forget to actually live.
Take a pause today.
Breathe a little slower.
Appreciate what you have, who you have.
Not everything needs to be figured out right now.
Just make sure you’re not so busy worrying about life…
that you forget to live it.
Why should I listen to the noise outside
when your voice already fills the quiet in me
What could this world possibly offer
that doesn’t feel smaller
once I’ve stood beside you
They speak, they judge, they pass their time
deciding what matters
but none of it reaches me
not when your fingers rest in mine
like they belong there
like they chose me without asking anyone else
Your eyes don’t just look at me
they stay
as if they’ve found something worth staying for
and I don’t know what I did to deserve that
but I don’t question it either
There is a kind of care you give
that feels untouched by the rest of the world
not borrowed, not shared, not scattered
it feels like it knows my name
before I even speak
And maybe that’s why
I don’t turn away from you
not even for a second
because where else would I go
after knowing what this feels like
You don’t just shine
you make everything else look unnecessary
And I don’t need the world to understand this
I just need you
to keep holding my hand
the way you do
like you’re not planning to let go anytime soon
*Wisdom*
My child,
I bless you today
to discern the right and the wrong , that you may be full of justice,
To differentiate between life and death, that thee may live as a happy man,
To know depth and shallowness of life, that thee may protect humanity.
Peace comes by simple deeds of kindness,
Heart that humbles is the great home of victory,
Soul that repents is the ultimate gourd of righteousness,
Never walk alone, for if trinity isn't your runmate you'll stumble,
Learn how to live well with your dog,
that when a visitor comes it interprets your sign,
But when an enemy approaches it defends your treasure,
This is wisdom , whose meaning can make the world safer,
These lines are full of freedom, that make prisoners alleviate from crime,
It is justice, that maketh' judges to jurisdicate....
These words are love, that whoever reads finds solace,
Solace of pursuing freedom,
A fight for human rights,
A submission to the rule of law,
The moral enactment of values
Symbols of peace and a unity emblem
#Dedicated poem to GPF
©Poet Greg
gregorypoetryfoundation21@gmail.com
*belonging.*
these hands,
in my sleep holding me,
pulling me close,
my skin trailing on,
sparks igniting inside.
these thighs,
lazily thrown over mine,
sweet sweet sensation,
I drowned in the moment,
gooey cuddly warmly.
this body,
spooning my body,
in warmth encapsulated,
my back arching more,
sweet cuddly self.
this duvet,
that covers us,
who belong to the sheets,
and I can't help but think,
I am home, I belong here.
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©🅻🅾🅽🅴 ™🤬
This is just a reminder of how awesome you are ❤️
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The Salary of a Separation
Does it count
that I have to stay up this late,
sleep-deprived,
not because I want to,
but because there is something heavy in my chest I cannot get rid of?
I gave my all to the cause,
and all it paid me was a stab to the heart.
You see, that’s the kind of salary I never signed up for—
the one that comes in an engraving of pain.
I am stuck at crossroads where moving on feels impossible,
and yet if I stay, I shall have betrayed myself.
I walked past your home last week.
I still have the key, so I let myself in.
The air was cold, the rooms were stripped bare,
but the walls still held the echo of your voice.
It’s funny how you moved on so completely,
and yet your promises still linger on my mind,
like dust settling in an empty room.
You said, “I can never imagine eating without you.”
You said, “I could never sleep alone in my bed without you being close to me.”
It’s funny how those words were spoken with such gravity,
yet vanished like breath on a winter window.
Now, I am left here in the quiet, late at night,
starving for the taste of my own cooking,
wondering how a table for two became an interrogation of one.
It's funny how easily you sleep in a different bed,
under different sheets, beside a different truth,
while I am left behind to budget the inheritance of your absence.
You left the keys in my hands, but took the home with you.
I am left to wander through the architecture of what we built,
tripping over the phantom warmth of a love that didn't stay.
The silence here is loud, a mocking reminder of every word you broke,
and the hardest part of standing at this crossroads
is realizing that the weight of the key in my pocket
is just the weight of a promise
only I was desperate enough to keep.
🕯️🇰🇪
16 Angels, Gone Too Soon
Today, Kenya mourns.
Sixteen beautiful souls from had their stories cut short before their dreams could fully bloom.
They were more than students —
they were daughters, sisters, best friends, future leaders, and the heartbeat of countless families.
Their laughter once filled classrooms and corridors.
Their dreams carried hope for tomorrow.
Now, their memories will forever echo in the hearts of a grieving nation.
To the families, friends, teachers, and every student hurting today — may you find strength in unity and comfort in the love surrounding you during this painful moment.
🕊️ “Some stars shine briefly, yet leave a light that lasts forever.”
Rest peacefully, our angels.
You may be gone from our sight, but never from our hearts.
#UtumishiGirlsAcademy
#KenyaMourns
#RestInPeace
#GoneTooSoon
#Forever16 🖤
Self-growth isn’t loud.
It’s choosing peace over reactions.
It’s unlearning patterns that once felt normal.
It’s staying consistent even when no one is watching.
Some days you’ll feel strong.
Some days you’ll feel stuck.
Both days still count.
Growth is not about becoming someone new , it’s about becoming more you,
without fear, without apology.
Keep going.
Quiet progress is still progress.
Author : Somdatta Mitra
Country : India
Dated : 11.05.2026.
Title : MY SOUL ON THE EDGE OF FREEDOM
In slow sighs the breath pumps to a quiet rhythm of becoming ,
In perplexity , in indecision my soul feels insecured.
A refined state , it's cathartic depressions released ,
A purity sensed in the edge of freedom .
The old weight falls like dust of an old book ,
Redefining a new born self who dares to walk into light ,
without asking for permission.
A buoyant soul thus emanate from the time no longer echoing the crisis ,
But speaking the voice of change.
It's winging towards an unplanned destination , pushing me through , insisting , inspiring exploration ,
Bridging the scars that left their thorns.
If I feel I'm throwing a bucket full of water over it ,
The sensuousness seem to refuse to be drowned ;
Rising back as steam and memory.
Often a discord between me and my soul ,
like two strings tuned to different notes,both sounding in the same room.
Steadfast like a wind and a lighthouse beam -
Unseen in force , but never shifting it's direction.
It clasps on the truth , the bitterness of that truth never breaking me , only making the seeing clearer.
I just wonder , what will happen when im not living ,
When the flame is gone and the wind carries only ash.
©®Somdatta Mitra
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RAIN
Have you ever felt the rain,
Softly whispering your name?
Did its gentle drops explain
How they wash away the pain?
Have you ever closed your eyes,
As the heavens open wide,
And let the water from the skies
Draw the tears you try to hide?
Have you felt its cool embrace,
Kissing every hidden place,
Washing sorrow from your face,
Leaving only peace and grace?
In the rain, do you believe,
Moments lost, you can retrieve?
Have you ever let it weave
Dreams anew, as you receive?
Tell me now, in this refrain,
Have you ever felt the rain?
ArisTotle @i_at_07
There was a time when my hands could write love endlessly.
Now love itself keeps me so consumed, I no longer have the time to write it.
The girl in red and white
An angel I see
In this garden
Wait, not an angel
You might ask me
Where are her wings
Let her be human
But the charm she is carrying
No ordinary human can carry
She is sitting under an old tree
And the tree may not be able to give much shade
But it sure knows how to welcome her
Because it keeps showering leaves around her
The book she holds
Between both her hands
Anyone would look and think
How can a book get this lucky
Being held by her hands so tightly
And resting on her lap
The sun even shines gentler
Because the glow I see on her skin
When sunshine kisses her face
Tells me it is her own light
Not borrowed from anything else
When the wind blows and her hair
Gets a little messy
You realise how imperfect can be perfect
And she takes one hand off the book
Just to fix her hair
The garden seems to shift its nature
To adjust accordingly
So it matches her breath
Even the wind moves slower
So the book pages will not
Turn unwanted
The way red rests on her shoulder
Never seen before
Not shouting to be noticed
But with all grace, quietly
Like a courage she does not speak about
And the white
Truly sets her apart
As if innocence
Had taken human form
To sit under a tree
Reading a book
She may realise or not
But someone from afar
Is learning what admiration truly feels like
Just by looking at her
The girl in red and white
Reading a story
Without even realising
She is becoming one
In someone’s heart.
One day
we’ll look at each other
like strangers who got the story wrong
and our hearts
won’t stay quiet about it
they’ll ache
every time we stand close
and say nothing
every time we pretend
we never meant what we felt
every time
silence replaces the truth
we once held so easily
*PAINS OF A FADED INK*
Drip, drop,
Each stroke of inkpen's droplet fades away,
By every stroke,
A deeper story is written to stay.
Still strokes yet not so legible by each stay.
Pain passes,Plays,bruises,
An ink drop each stroke,
More pain away.
Thoughts on paper so black,
So blank but pains are here to.camp
The ink fades with all pains not to stamp
Eventually to make him a champ.
The bright _Nyangile_ lamp
Dancing a dance at its lap,
Illuminating not only pain,
Past all his strain,
It smiles to chase all darkness away
And piles all his pain not for him to strain
Ink please state all my pain,
Hey,
Don't fade yet still not all my struggles ,gain,
On-board I lay all constrains
My gains in pains that to you looks like stains.
Please for me do not fade
© Hurmphrey the Wordsblacksmith_254
Babe🥺❤️
I know you are scared, I’m scared too. But let’s face love together and never give up on each other because I only want to feel this with you💍🥺❤️.
Sorry if I love you too much or get too obsessed, I’m just trying to give you the love I never got😣❤️.
Babe🥺❤️, Don’t worry.
One day, we gonna sit down together and say "it was hard, but we made it" 🌧️❤️🥺🌹💕
Babeee 🥺❤️🥺....
Before this day fully slips away, I just need to say something that's been sitting on my heart ❤️🥺
Tonight, I don't just want to say goodnight. I want to say thank you 🥺❤️ Thank you for existing. Thank you for being the kind of person whose love actually feels like love. Not the confusing kind, not the painful kind, but the warm, steady, real kind that makes you feel like everything is going to be okay...
Babe, I think about how different my life would feel without you in it, and honestly, I can't even go there 🥺❤️ because you are woven into everything good that my life has become. Every smile that means something. Every moment of peace. Every time I felt truly seen—that's you, babe. That's always been you.
I hope tonight, when everything gets quiet and it's just you and your thoughts, I hope you feel how deeply you are treasured. Not just loved, baby—treasured. Like something rare and irreplaceable that I never want to lose 🥺❤️
I hope your dreams tonight are as beautiful as the feeling you give me every single day, babe.
And when you wake up tomorrow and your eyes open to a brand new day, the very first thing I want you to remember is that somewhere out there is somebody who thinks you are the most incredible human being they have ever had the privilege of loving ❤️🥺
That somebody is me, babe ❤️ Always me.
Trust God, and He will open the right door at the right time..🤗💖
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*QUEST FOR LOVE.*
I've blood flowing in me
Just like the ocean currents
Despite the currents being calm
By blood be red in color en very thick
When cut I bleed making me human.
I've a heart that longs en have desires
A heart that pumps blood
A heart that beats so fast when terrified
A heart that gets broken
While stitches is all it gets, making it a Frankenstein look alike!
I'm Myles but I get mistaken for miles
Since love evades me like a plague
Increasing its distance between us
Raising its standard beyond my reach
An omega wolf I'm meant to be!
I ask myself, will love fire flame up my life
If it does can it be like the Olympic flame
Flame that never goes off
For I'm tired of darkness reining over me...
May the love light locate me, that's my prayer!
*©®Mylistic Myles🖋️🖋️*
Even if I had opened the umbrella,
I was meant to get drenched.
The way
even if you had stayed
you were still going to leave.
I remember...
I kept looking at the sky that day
as if someone up there
might try to stop us.
But no one did.
There was another rain
I was trying to hide,
the one inside me
that kept rising to my eyes,
without asking...
I could have turned around
looked at you one last time..
but I didn’t.
I was afraid,
What if you were still there,
and I couldn’t walk away.
Anyway
in that kind of rain
you don’t really see anything.
Not faces..
Not intentions..
Not the moments..
that once felt real.
You just feel the wetness,
and the cold
slowly settling inside you.
Truth is
it wasn’t raining that day
It was you leaving,
and me
learning how to drown.