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Photo by Jill Burrow from Pexels: Hello! I'm Samson but you can call me Sammy, I could picture her looks, same Sammy in the Bible, Oh no, it's a new generation Sammy, What's your name? Leah, but nothing

Poetry for my beloved Indian girl. Happy Birthday to you ▶️ 3Speak

I was home one day all by myself, when I turned and saw the Elf on the shelf. What could this mean? Why was he here? How I wondered could he just appear? There was a note sitting by his side, that gave

The seasons change in patterns rhythmic. By the hand of God, great and mystic. When one feels their life toss and roll, remember God is in control.

Among the storms, in the trial, my soul shall remain calm. For Your Word strengthens, and comforts me, as a healing balm.

Resist the devil and his claims, that will make you free. Instead stand firm in faith in God, and the evil one will flee.

This is a cross post of @pedrobrito2004/poem-you-are-like-the-transparent-night-eres-como-la-noche-transparente-la-nina-del-japon by @pedrobrito2004.Translated - Poems from the book: The girl from Japan

This is a cross post of @pedrobrito2004/poem-the-ears-of-the-night-los-oidos-de-la-noche-la-nina-del-japon by @pedrobrito2004.Translated - Poems from the book "The girl from Japan"

This is a cross post of @pedrobrito2004/poem-the-suggestive-night-la-noche-sugerente-la-nina-del-japon by @pedrobrito2004.Poems from the book "The girl from Japan"

This is a cross post of @pedrobrito2004/poem-the-yokohama-flower-la-flor-de-yokohama-la-nina-del-japon by @pedrobrito2004.translate poem

Un poema cargado de pasión, espero les guste. ▶️ 3Speak

Introducing my self here.

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I'm vulnerable to the promise of delight and music and myrrh and mysticism and the reading of the stars. The polished metal of the stove-top and its pots gleams enamel and aluminium and obsession. There

This is a cross post of @moeknows/late-rounds-original-poem by @moeknows.A poem I wrote for the challenge in the blockchainpoets community.

Feel the cooling trade winds attract you outwardly. Put aside your rebellious youth without betraying its ideals. Scattered streaks of light are broken on your face. I cannot begin to correspond with you

Jon was singing to me, “Make sure you can break through the walls you’re building around you.” Heath Ledger badgered me about my wild horses until they dragged him away. Victoria’s secret was too weak