LOVE IS MY WEAPON

My meaning of existence is happiness

I give people only justice

because love is too special for me

in almond-colored eyes

I know that I am a very special person

because my love is very constant

and the meaning of my existence is hope

that I will never be alone

My hope is the meaning of existence

I want to give you love now

because my love has limits

when I set perm only msebi

Love is my weapon

the meaning of my existence

and part of my reason for existence

when the world stops i have you.

Maid Corbic from Tuzla, 23 years old. In his spare time he writes poetry that repeatedly praised as well as rewarded. He also selflessly helps others around him, and he is moderator of the World Literature Forum WLFPH (World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity) for humanity and peace in the world. He is world 44. poet in the world and five in the Balkan. He has over the 10.000 successes on Facebook.

Poem by Lurie Miranda

Holding you

Holding you is like a dream

Like an endless sea of blue

Or an infinite tunnel of delusion

Which may lead me to devastation

Holding your flabby hands like heaven

The color of a porcelain of the greek gods and goddesses

Your crimson colored eyes peer like a beautiful newly unveiled window

I astonished to see your zeest

But the beam suddenly disappear, as I realized you are only hallucination

Holding you is just an imagination

Chasing you is like a vim and elation

But the stupidity of wishing the impossible

Is like a deluge of despair and dejection.

©®Lurie Miranda

Lurie Miranda a.k.a Anonymous Writer is one of a quiet, wattpader of this generation, she has overflowing words in mind to write, She mostly tells about many things that attracts her attention and boom the world with her knowledge.

Poem by Ledarose Santos Delima

 

I AM NAKED

I am naked,

but it doesn't mean I am unclothed.

Undressed in my emotion,

sensation, passion and desperation.

What I have inside,

You can sense from outside.

Just look into my eyes,

It's hard for me to tell a lies.

I am naked, maybe that's the reason why they think I am weak.

Easily to get attached

and fooled out of me that much.

I got a lot of pain,

That leads to live insane.

I got deceived,

By the flowery words I have received.

But now I opened my eyes,

Never to believe in white lies.

Trying hard to be invisible.

Rising from being vulnerable.

Never trust anyone,

The best enemies could be someone.

The one who gives you a passionate kiss.

Or someone hugging you like a real sis.

©® Ledarose Santos Delima

BLACK ANGEL 🖤

The poetess name is Ledarose Santos Delima from Cainta Rizal Philippines. A mother of 4 children. She is now residing in Hongkong and working as a Domestic worker. 

Ledarose loves to write about deep feelings of love and life. She made herself BLACK ANGEL as her pen name. She joined various poetry groups to enhance her ability to write. 

She believes that " if you love what you are doing and it makes your heart happy no one could stop you. Believe in yourself that those little dreams could be in reality ".

Poem By Veronica Roma Pingol

IN THE END...

The life we have now is our choice

When you are in good,you make the right move

When you are in the worst sorry that you failed

But in the end,try harder to get through.

It's okay! everyone made a mistake

It doesn't matter how many times we failed

It's okay to repeat but change your step

Slow down if you feel the danger ahead.

Be persistent to move forward

Don't look back for the time wasted

The clock doesn't move backward

And so you need the same as it did.

Nevertheless,how painful it was

Life is an ups and down

Sometimes it's bitter,and sometimes it sweet

But the good thing is you defeated it.

In the end be yourself

In the end be a warrior of your fate.

@Veronica Roma Pingol

   (Nightbutterfly)

   Philippines

Poem By Dasharath Naik

I  SANS ME

I am without me

in search of the nameless me

bereft of myself in this world 

fed up with my life never lived

long cherished but 

coveted not 

for I despise me not .

I am without me

the world mine all deserted 

severely injured and wounded deep

me living a nameless life 

with me and 

without my self :

me moving sans me. 

©® Dasharath Naik

Three Poems By Maid Corbic

 GRAY MOON, THE VIEW IS CLOSER

The view is closer, my grey moon.

It grows stronger and stronger every day.

Shining, the brightest in the living world

And I really look forward to it every day.

More than ever before

I know that Moon is very admirable.

And in the eyes of honest people in the world

A great joy for me is the Moon.

It's getting closer to my eyes every day.

Well, like I can touch it with my bare finger.

I know it's just fiction in my head.

But my Moon is growing more and more.

From the crescent, new stars are born

It will continue to be the brightest in the world.

My love is full of everything.

Because I believe in the astrology of life

I don't consider myself a weirdo.

Because my dream and my vision is

Only that love grows more and more.

It is a part of my life and destiny.

I know that the moon and the stars all planets

They rejoice when they see me.

And I almost got a chance to see the big moon.

And around him the Northman shines brightest.

It’s a part of life and my sweet destiny.

My wish is for the Moon to be so strong.

I like to believe in my stars.

I am a Scorpio and I believe in dreams.

Because my dream is to believe only

From what I see, what I want and know

And my job is to watch the moon.

How there are more and more holes every day

But I don't mind that at all.

Because I live for just one moment

To be in NASA's research department

Where I have the resources to look at all that

What I wanted and dreamed of

And my dream is the biggest of all

May the Moon recover from hell

Craters and other asteroids!

TAILOR'S TEETH CATCH MY LEG

I see Loh Ness in the swamp

Crocodiles walk slowly

I fear my life more than ever

As a young link I must always be

Ready for anything in life

I am afraid of all living beings in the world.

Especially those who have teeth

Big and sharp as never before

I have never seen this living being in my life.

The crocodile is a big thing for me.

I have to hunt them down because the locals are kidding

How he kitsch in front of his every day

They see large crocodiles in Loh Ness

How sharp teeth they have and save

They want to welcome their children and eat them for breakfast.

The meaning for me as a saviour is

To capture the peace and unity of the locals

But life sometimes becomes oceanic.

To accidentally step on it during the hunt

On one crocodile and on his same

I remember that January peacock

When a crocodile grabbed my leg

I screamed out loud.

I haven't seen anyone in a couple of seconds.

My colleagues were only a mile away.

They ran up to me at relay speed

And they tried to hit that crocodile with a stick.

But they failed when this crocodile

It has large cradles and crawls further inland.

While he still holds me by the mouth and grabs me by the leg

Crocodile teeth catch me very hard

I'm afraid to stand without my leg

And everything happened in a few seconds.

Until he finally let me out of his mouth

And he left me a crater and a dysfunctional leg.

Crocodile teeth grabbed my leg

Surprisingly, I did much better then

But even though I don't have a leg anymore.

I have friends who saved my life.

I am eternally grateful to them for that.

And Loh Ness, the locals were amazed at me.

How I survived, and thanked you again

Because I was the hero of my place after all.

Until the crocodile showed its teeth

And always, I always underestimated him lightly!

THE CLOUDS COVERED THE SUN JOYFULLY

My Sun, my everything in the world

It was covered by a dangerous cloud.

Which still betrays the spheres of the Sun.

The weather is changing so abruptly.

Not to see my light

While still, in typical I often

Suffer

I don't know what awaits me tomorrow

But I know I have to be an egg.

Because often some challenges are in front of me

Created to cross them with a little effort

But nothing is like that.

Easy

I can say that I am an arena man.

Because I have everything I want, I'm happy.

Every day I am still healthy and alive

I'm just afraid one day it won't go away.

My sun

Because I’m still looking for a hug in life

Because my sun definitely deserves hope.

And the kisses that will glow will be by me

Because he loves me the most and always

Just me in the world

This time has become very strange.

But I hope only one fact

I can be everything I am and I am not

But I still think I am very

Provocative in the sense of words

I would lie to myself that the world is bad.

But I can say that everything is around me.

It has become monotonous since my sun.

He no longer lives in the eyes

Yours

The last love in Wales died

End of all the stories I sold to you

I know I may be a freak in everyone’s eyes.

But I believe I am still enough

Special for yourself

I don't give up so easily.

And even when the cloud betrays me often

I place my hope in my sun, the rays

Which will continue to be strong enough

To bring down all that I am

I used to dream

And my dream is to live every day

Love, hope, faith, behaviour

He is a time machine towards others around for them

The weather forecast is forecast today

Sun up to thirty degrees Celsius

May love live forever.

I just always ask at the end of the day.

"And where is my Sun of Life?"

©®Maid Corbic

Maid Corbic from Tuzla, 22 years old. In his spare time, he writes poetry that has been praised on several occasions, as well as awarded. He also selflessly helps others around him, and is the moderator of the WLFPH (World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity) for unity and world peace in Bhutan. He is also the editor of the portal of the First Virtual Art Universe.

DEAR BIRMINGHAM

Dear Birmingham, the future is green

That is why we plant for the harvest.

Gold, silver and bronze aren't out problem,

That's why we left some behind.

Dear Birmingham, our wealth is not common

That is why we record, break and record all over again.

You see the anthem we sing, and the tears we shed

The rhythm, wordings and sounds

They are heroic and legendary

Because and hence, the labour of our heroes past, never shall be in vain.

Birmingham dear, we do not speak English

Listen and hear, hear us well and deep

Ponder and meditate, we speak pain and agony.

Birmingham dear, no wealth is common

We pull our soul, and drag our spirit

Our root is higher than the roof, go and find out.

Dear Birmingham, medals trouble us because we wail and weep

Medal of honour, medal of lane, medal of speed, medal of valor, medal of strength; all cause us tears.

Did you know we could have won more?

O dear Birmingham, the cruise is with mixed feelings. Cruising and cracking.

See our girls, flying like they wanted to throw missiles

Our girls lifting weights like ocean sailing vessels

And our boys melting muscles,

Birmingham, our wealth is neither common nor rampant.

Mention the game, we are there. Against odds.

Teeming gifts, raw talents, overflowing brains

Birmingham, please knock on our door

My mother has unbridled nature.

Knock, my brothers are numberless

Knock, please, my sisters are numerous

They wait for the hands of time, fading into oblivion without announcement or celebration,

Birmingham, beautiful city, come harness our talents. 

Our land is green, don't let it die.

Discover us, honour us, reward us, gold and silver is not our problem.

Dear Birmingham, this uncommon wealth is wasting

Rare breeds of natural resources, drying up

Species of royal gifting dwindling and fading away. I am tired and scared.

Dearest Birmingham, commonwealth of nations, our land is fertile. We are agile, not sterile.

Dear Birmingham, if you are a Big Brother, go find your younger ones, come get the little fold.

©® Ngozi Olivia Osuoha