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• Since I was but a child, I bled,A twisted tether pulling threads of dread.From four, I wore this shackle tight,A silent scream within the night.It gnawed, it pulled, it dragged me down,A ghost that haunted every sound.Through endless years, I drowned in grief,Trapped in a web, beyond belief.I sought to flee, but the chains would burn,Each fleeting hope began to turn.The walls would close, the air would choke,And every breath felt like a joke.I scream in silence, lost and torn,A soul worn thin, forever scorned.Each day a battle, every breath a plea,To rid myself of what enslaves me.Yet somewhere deep, a flicker stirs,A distant light that softly purrs.Can I escape this hellish grip?Or will I falter, lose my grip?The scars are etched, the wounds are raw,Each scar a story, each pain a law.But still, I rage against this fate,Hoping someday, it’s not too late.For though despair has made me weak,A shattered soul begins to seek.Can I break free, or will I fall?The answer lies within the call.
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• Michelle, No need to feel sad and alone. Your beautiful, funny, intelligent, independent, giving, caring. You are incredible and special.
• Since I was but a child, I bled,A twisted tether pulling threads of dread.From four, I wore this shackle tight,A silent scream within the night.It gnawed, it pulled, it dragged me down,A ghost that haunted every sound.Through endless years, I drowned in grief,Trapped in a web, beyond belief.I sought to flee, but the chains would burn,Each fleeting hope began to turn.The walls would close, the air would choke,And every breath felt like a joke.I scream in silence, lost and torn,A soul worn thin, forever scorned.Each day a battle, every breath a plea,To rid myself of what enslaves me.Yet somewhere deep, a flicker stirs,A distant light that softly purrs.Can I escape this hellish grip?Or will I falter, lose my grip?The scars are etched, the wounds are raw,Each scar a story, each pain a law.But still, I rage against this fate,Hoping someday, it’s not too late.For though despair has made me weak,A shattered soul begins to seek.Can I break free, or will I fall?The answer lies within the callAdvanced words. Do not repeat words.
• While he was here he enjoyed playing guitar to put a smile on for loved ones. He loved spending quality time with family and friends. He lived life to the fullest embracing adventure. He was genuine and warm
• Tagalog,4 sentences every 4 stanzas, equal syllables: 9-10-9-10,
• In a realm where affection once flourished,Now desolation reigns, its light extinguished.Where vibrant hues have turned to dust,And dreams lie shattered, consumed by rust.His spirit, once full, now hollowed and frail,An echo of agony, a voice turned pale.A yearning that once soared with grace,Now lies imprisoned, devoid of space.She, the illusion of what once was pure,Her warmth a relic that could not endure.A fleeting glance, a whisper lost,Now only shadows, a love’s cruel cost.He cradled her as though she were his breath,Now clings to emptiness, facing death.Her departure a wound that bleeds without end,A torment he cannot escape or mend.The words of devotion he once proclaimed,Now shudder in silence, his soul defamed.A fractured being, crumbling beneath,A love once lived, now buried in grief.She, his everything, his hope, his light,Now a distant star, swallowed by night.Her presence once a balm for his soul,Now a phantom, a memory’s toll.Each longing glance a knife in his chest,A hole in his heart, no longer blessed.Every beat echoes the loss of her touch,A song of sorrow, too much to clutch.Her affection, once tender, now cuts like stone,Her absence a wound he cannot atone.Every moment he breathes a silent scream,A desperate man lost in an endless dream.His chest, a furnace of endless pain,His heart, an iron bar, locked in disdain.Every pulse a tremor of despair,A rhythm of torment, an endless prayer.He searches the wind for a glimpse of her face,But all he finds is an empty space.Her name lingers, a bitter refrain,A song that haunts him, drowning in rain.Tears flow freely, but none will suffice,For a love now cold, a wound of ice.Each drop a cry, each sob a plea,For a soul lost, yearning to be free.She was his sanctuary, his shelter from strife,Now, he stumbles, lost without life.The universe turns, indifferent, cold,As he seeks the warmth he once did hold.Though he grasps for the fading light,The shadows pull him further from sight.A soul adrift, untethered, alone,Haunted by a love that’s long been overthrown.And in the stillness, he finds no peace,For love’s sweet poison will never cease.His heart, a storm that rages within,Endlessly torn, as the battle begins.Her memory, a blade beneath his skin,A reminder of the love he can never win.And though the pain is almost too much to bear,He cannot release it, for she’s still there.A love once sacred, now but a scar,A fractured soul, lost in the dark.The light that once guided him through,Now a dim flame, barely in view.His every step, a stumble, a fall,Chasing a love that no longer calls.But still, he endures the suffocating weight,For love’s cruel grip does not abate.In the depths of his being, a hollow space,A void that can never be replaced.For he loved her truly, with all his might,And now, he’s bound to this endless night.No solace comes, no comfort remains,Only echoes of joy now drowned in chains.For in the end, love’s greatest crime,Is leaving a soul in its final climb.Better wordings
• Auntie rose, a loving person who always had a sparkle in her eye a laugh in her tone.
• In the islands of beauty, where dreams are born,I walked along shores, my heart forlorn.The nights whispered secrets, soft and deep,While the mornings lit wounds I couldn’t keep.Her eyes—oceans that drew me in,But their depths hid storms beneath the skin.She ruled my heart, with grace and guile,Yet left it aching after a while.You ask how I survived the pain,The endless nights, the burning rain?My soul is scarred, my body worn,But from that love, I was reborn.In a forest of longing, I lost my way,On a bed of regrets, my heart would lay.Her face was pure, her touch divine,Yet shadows danced in her heart, not mine.I worshipped her beauty, her light, her grace,But stood locked out of her sacred space.I gave my all; she held her own,Her silence colder than stone.Can those who don’t know love be true?Can they see the world in its brightest hue?How can a heart love what it cannot feel,When its own wounds refuse to heal?Enemies don’t scare me; I know their art,But betrayal cuts deepest when it’s close to the heart.I fed the snakes, I let them in,Only to feel their venom within.So here I stand, bruised but whole,Carrying the weight of a restless soul.Tell me, love, will it ever fade?Or is this the price for the choices I made?
• In love with Peter, sexy best friend, romantic fantasies
• The poem is about a student's hope and determination to overcome challenges. It emphasizes pursuing dreams, working hard for family, and trusting in faith for guidance and strength.
• Anthony , boyfriend, struggling to have hope in the relationship
• Bubby passed at early she of 24, he had struggled form the time of birth. A true miracle child. He was spontaneous with Witt and humor. A loving grandson to his papaw.
• Dj Chris 39 birthday like a brother been through thick and think
• Elehiya para sa aking loloTula, may tatlong saknong, bawat saknong may apat na taludtod
• My beloved, the very essence of my existence.Oh, how I love you, my sweet son, to the moon and back a thousand times over!You are the radiant light that illuminates my heart, guiding me through the darkest of days. In moments of weakness, you are my unwavering strength, igniting a purpose within me that breathes life into my soul.You are my everything, the treasure I hold dear—more precious than anything that this world could offer. My heart beats for you, and you alone.You bring joy that dances through my veins and happiness that wraps around me like a warm embrace.And yet—There are times when you spark frustration and sadness within me, waves of emotion that crash over the tranquility.But despite it all, my love for you knows no bounds. It is an unbreakable bond, forever enduring until the last breath escapes my body and I leave this earthly realm.Happy birthday, dear Javier! 🎉 Sixteen shimmering candles flicker in celebration, each flame a testament to your dreams waiting to awaken. The courts echo with your every dribble, as you glide across the floor with grace. The orange ball soars into the midnight sky, embodying dreams that soar on the wings of hope, adorned with silver arcs and golden aspirations. You weave your magic through life with every hoop and scope, turning playground games into luminous cheers that triumph over every fear. A vast world lies before you, beyond the three-point line, where your passion becomes the fuel for your destiny. Tonight, while the stars gently twinkle above, know that within your heart lies life’s most luminous dream. For sixteen glorious years and countless more to come, Javier, your spirit takes center stage, lighting up the world with your brilliance!
• My loving true meaning of my life.I love you to the moon and back.You are the light that shines so bright in my heart and leads me through this life. You are my inner strength when I am weak and give me purpose for living.You are my everything and the only thing that I possess materialistically in the world that I want and need in my life.You bring me joy. You bring me happiness.ButYou also make me mad and make me sad at times.Nevertheless, I love you unconditionally and will always, until my body leaves this earth.Happy birthday 🥳 Javier! Sixteen candles flicker bright, for Javier, with dreams in sight. Courts echo with each dribble's beat, as he dances on nimble feet. The orange sphere in midnight skies takes flight like dreams that dare to rise, with silver arcs and golden hopes. He weaves through life with hoops and scopes. From playground games to vivid cheers, each shot conquers timid fears. A world awaits beyond the three, where passion fuels his destiny. Tonight, the stars may softly gleam, but in his heart, life's brightest dream. For sixteen years and many more, Javier's spirit takes the floor.
• Gawain 7: Tula ko, Regalo ko kay Ina!Panuto: Basahin ang pahayag sa loob ng kaban at pagkatapos ay sumulat ng isang tula bilang paghahandog sa iyong sariling ina. Gawin ito sa sagutang papelSa pagdiriwang ng Araw ng mga Ina, ikaw ay naatasang maghandog ng tula para sa iyong ina. Kaya, ngayon ay bumuo ka ng isang tulang tradisyonal na may tatlong saknong at ilahad ang mga katangi-tangi niyang nagawa sa iyo bilang kaniyang anak. Maaari mo itong lapatan ng himig para sa iyong malikhaing presentasyon at sisikaping awitin sa harap ng iyong ina. may sukat na 12, 3 saknong na may tig 4 na taludtod
• Gawain 7: Tula ko, Regalo ko kay Ina!Panuto: Basahin ang pahayag sa loob ng kaban at pagkatapos ay sumulat ng isang tula bilang paghahandog sa iyong sariling ina. Gawin ito sa sagutang papelSa pagdiriwang ng Araw ng mga Ina, ikaw ay naatasang maghandog ng tula para sa iyong ina. Kaya, ngayon ay bumuo ka ng isang tulang tradisyonal na may tatlong saknong at ilahad ang mga katangi-tangi niyang nagawa sa iyo bilang kaniyang anak. Maaari mo itong lapatan ng himig para sa iyong malikhaing presentasyon at sisikaping awitin sa harap ng iyong ina. may sukat nalalabindalawahin
• Gawain 7: Tula ko, Regalo ko kay Ina!Panuto: Basahin ang pahayag sa loob ng kaban at pagkatapos ay sumulat ng isang tula bilang paghahandog sa iyong sariling ina. Gawin ito sa sagutang papelSa pagdiriwang ng Araw ng mga Ina, ikaw ay naatasang maghandog ng tula para sa iyong ina. Kaya, ngayon ay bumuo ka ng isang tulang tradisyonal na may tatlong saknong at ilahad ang mga katangi-tangi niyang nagawa sa iyo bilang kaniyang anak. Maaari mo itong lapatan ng himig para sa iyong malikhaing presentasyon at sisikaping awitin sa harap ng iyong ina.Ang mga pamantayan sa iyong susulating tula ay ang sumusunod;A. Orihinal na likha30 puntosB. Kahusayan (Kasiningan at Talinghaga)30 puntosC. Kawastuhan ng gramatika
• lens 70th birthdayborn in plymouthpolice in broistol for 30 yearsmarried katy a nurse3 daughtersbusiness man for 28 yearslevel headed, electic opinion, measured approach, no pushover
• Lens 70th birthday born in plymouth police for 30 yearsbusiness man for 27 yearsfather to 3 daughtersstepson matt
• Get well soon love you grandma feel better stay strong
• Lesley 60th birthday, kind, caring, writes poems, hardworking, visits Spain, had a tough year, likes a Prosecco, is a brilliant mum and grandmother, loyal, thoughtful, team player, works in library, shelving books, working with the public,