A Poem For Lost Love Before it is Too Late! By Mary Harnetiaux

Poem for lost love

Our Love Can Make It Though This

Love can prove to be cruel
and it is a dangerous tool

We argue and disagree and we make up too
sometimes it leaves us wondering what to do.

Love they say can make our lives complete
but there are days when it knocks us off our feet

and as we begin to realize that the two of us mean so much
the idea of where to begin, words, talk, it makes me blush

We need to take our time to decide where do we go from here
Let us take inventory so we know what we hold so dear

We can agree no matter what takes place
we will still have these issues to face.

We will start slow and give it some time
Don't give up so fast, our love can still chime.

The End
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I See Dreams By Akram Saqib

Sometimes, I see
Peace and harmony
Justice and integrity

Sometimes, I see
Love and prosperity
Shaping the destiny

Sometimes, I see
Tolerance and Respect
Among the whole community

Sometimes I see
Goodwill and Equality
Faith and unity

Sometimes, I see
Affluence of commodity
End of poverty

Sometimes, I see...
Sometimes, I see...
But dreams only!

I have not heard anything from you
I was then much busy too
To remind you about, the last shout
Of the mercenaries, whose guns sprout
The crop of bullets, in recurring bout
To paralyze minds, and life of all kinds

Surely, have you, heard these too
But have been waiting, for calculating
How much children, have they under run

The merciless crops, of guns pops
Up to the hill, to kill and to kill
I RETREAT

The palsy shacked bodies
The paralyzed souls
The frozen minds
And impaired wholes

See them walking
With another talking
In pensive mood
With tone rude

I feel sympathy
For their entity
Nevertheless, I see
They are free

Free from thoughts
Satisfied over lot
I retreat
To let them create

A world of their own
Where they can moan
Without interference
And with clearance

I retreat! I retreat!
To grab power more
To snatch everything
To become ruler sole

You always bore
Like this a tinge
Burning your soul

You went to the core
To devastation bring
Between the two poles

With wealth you lore
And praises sing
Of brains with hole

The world you tore
Death toll you ring
A rule out you dole

self observation