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Poem: Random Things

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This poem is an ode to the randomness in our lives

Random Things

In the kaleidoscope of existence,
Where chaos pirouettes with chance,
Randomness dons its polka-dot gown,
And life unfolds its curious dance.

Stars collide in cosmic rhapsody,
Their celestial whispers echo:
Embrace the serendipitous tango,
For in chaos lies magic’s glow.

Coffee rings on forgotten notebooks,
Lost keys hiding in coat pockets,
They conspire to lead us astray,
Yet reveal secrets when least expected.

Raindrops tap-dance on umbrellas,
Sunbeams chase shadows away,
The universe giggles, mischievous,
As we twirl through unpredictable ballet.

Socks rebel, mismatched and defiant,
Left foot in stripes, right in polka dots.
We laugh, for perfection is overrated,
And joy blooms in delightful oddities.

Library aisles whisper forgotten tales,
Dog-eared pages hold whispered dreams.
We stumble upon wisdom like lost coins,
And the universe nods, pleased.

A butterfly flutters its fragile wings,
Setting off ripples across oceans.
Tiny choices, like cosmic brushstrokes,
Paint our destinies in hues unknown.

In crowded subways, love notes bloom,
Written on crumpled receipts and napkins.
Strangers read them, hearts skipping beats,
And for a moment, the world aligns.

Perhaps randomness is our shared secret,
The quantum quirk that binds us.
In chaos, we find each other—
Two stardust souls, entangled.

So let’s waltz, my fellow wanderer,
Through this random, beautiful existence,
For in the unplanned steps, we discover
The poetry of life’s sweet happenstance.

Poem: New Year, New Beginnings

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New Year, New Beginnings

The clock strikes twelve, a year takes flight,
Leaving echoes in the falling night.
Confetti rains, a glittering shroud,
On memories whispered, on dreams avowed.

Then dawn ignites, a canvas bare,
Painted by the hopes that fill the air.
Resolutions bloom like fragile buds.
Visions whispered where doubt once thudded.

Unburdened steps, on frosted streets,
Embrace the chill and the promise it brings.
For yesterday’s scars, though faint they trace,
Hold no dominion in this open space.

Let go of burdens, shed the tears,
With laughter’s light, dispel past fears.
Each page unturned, a chance to soar,
To rewrite stories, mend, and explore.

Embrace the dawn; let the echoes ring.
A melody of hope, like a sparrow’s wing,
New beginnings, a phoenix’s flight,
Rising from ashes to the morning light.

So raise a glass, to chapters turned,
Dreams ignited, lessons learned.
May this new year bring joy and happiness.
Fill every corner with light and zero bias.

Let resolutions soar, like kites on high,
As aspirations blossom, reaching the sky,
The New Year is a canvas, pure and bright.
A masterpiece of chances, bathed in light.

In the New Year, like a blooming flower,
We find the strength, the inner power.
The year lies open, a boundless quest,
It’s a new year and with these new beginnings, everything is blessed.

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Poem: The Forgotten Diary

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The Forgotten Diary

In the quiet hush of the attic’s embrace,
Amidst the dust and shadows’ chase,
I found a relic of a bygone year.
A forgotten diary, whispering secrets near.

Its cover is time-worn, leather-bound,
Held stories within, in faded ink, unbound.
The ink that once danced with fervour and grace
Now aged, its tales are etched on time’s face.

I cradled it gently, like a fragile heart,
A portal to moments, a forgotten art,
The diary’s pages, a silent plea,
To unlock its secrets, set them free.

I turned the pages, a journey in ink,
To the world of the diary’s keeper, I’d think,
In a sepia-toned world of yesteryears,
I found their joys, hopes, and fears.

In cursive loops, they poured their soul,
Each entry is a piece of a life, a whole,
Dreams penned in the soft candlelight,
Worries are hidden beneath the cover of the night.

They spoke of love, pure and true,
Of a world once vibrant, where dreams once grew,
But as I read on, a tear I’d find,
The diary held heartaches left behind.

Through ink-stained pages, their life unfurled,
A map of their heart, a vintage world,
The forgotten diary, a time machine,
Revealing a life that once had been.

In those quiet moments, as I read,
I felt their presence, their every need,
For in this attic’s dusty, secret lair,
Their memories lived on, suspended in the air.

So, I closed the diary with reverence and care,
Tucked it away, in its hiding, aware,
Though the diary’s keeper was long gone,
Their words and dreams would forever dawn.

Poem: Turning Fifty

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I am turning 50 very soon and am looking forward to hitting this milestone birthday. I know many people dread turning the half-century mark, but I was anticipating it. I feel I can become freer with my thoughts and live a life without a filter. This poem is my thoughts on turning 50.

Turning 50

The day is finally here
One that I have for with suppressed cheer
In the golden glow of the last fifty years,
I stand, triumphant, unafraid, a canvas painted with joy and tears.

I look back and reflect on my life, on the years gone by
The laughter, tears, and reasons why.
I think back on the decades of my life,
A good life, if I may say so, one without much pain and strife

As a young adult, I took flight,
A world of wonder was awaiting me, new and shining bright,
With dreams as vast as endless skies,
I spread my wings, prepared to rise.

Through twists and turns, I found my way,
To a path that led to each new day,
I crossed the ocean to make a new life and faced challenges that came my way,
Carved strength from within, come what may.

Now at the crossroads of life, fifty years,
A chapter ends, and a new one appears,
With the wisdom earned and a steady gaze,
I welcome how and what the future brings and plays.

I am no longer bound by youth’s desire,
Because I’ve found my purpose, my inner fire,
Each wrinkle tells the world a story that is true,
Of life’s rich journey, old and new.

The dreams of youth, I’ll not let fade,
For these are seeds that life has laid,
With the lessons learned, I now believe,
There are still things I have to achieve.

As fifty candles flicker bright,
I’ll embrace the day, the darkest night,
For life’s an ever-changing dance,
And I’ll keep twirling, taking the chance.

With gratitude for the last fifty years,
I’ll face the future, free from fears,
For all that’s passed and all that’s new,
I celebrate my life, the pink and the blue.

So here’s to fifty, an age so fine,
A sparkling toast to me, and to time,
With open arms, I welcome in,
The next adventures I’ll begin.

Poem: Friendships

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Friendships are life’s gifts that keep on giving. They are the threads that weave the fabric of our lives and the bonds that uplift us, support us, and bring joy to our days. True friendships go beyond surface-level interactions and create a sense of belonging, trust, and understanding. They offer a safe space where we can be ourselves, share our joys and sorrows, and find comfort in times of need. Friendships provide companionship, laughter, and a shoulder to lean on, reminding us that we are never alone on this journey. They enrich our lives and leave an indelible mark on our hearts, reminding us of the power and beauty of human connection. On that note, here’s a poem that celebrates the beauty of friendships.

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Poem: Friendships

In the tapestry of life, friendships bloom,
A kaleidoscope of colours, casting away gloom.
Like delicate flowers, they grace our days,
Guiding us through life’s meandering maze.

Friends are the stars that light up the night,
Glowing with warmth, their love shining bright.
Through laughter and tears, they stand by our side,
With open hearts, in them, we confide.

A friend is a melody, harmonising our soul,
Their presence is a balm that makes us whole.
In their embrace, our spirits find release,
A sanctuary of trust, offering inner peace.

They lift us when we stumble and fall,
Supporting our dreams, answering the call.
With every word spoken, a bond is sealed,
A connection so profound, it’s never concealed.

In times of sorrow, they’re a comforting shoulder,
Whispering solace, making our burdens grow colder.
They celebrate our triumphs, big and small,
Cheering from the sidelines, cheering through it all.

Friendships are bridges, crossing divides,
Uniting hearts, no matter the tides.
Through differences and diverse paths, we roam,
True friends are a place where we find a home.

They’re the laughter that echoes in memories past,
The secrets we share, forever they’ll last.
In a world full of chaos, they’re a beacon of light,
Guiding us forward, shining pure and bright.

So let’s cherish these treasures, these friendships we hold,
For they are more precious than silver or gold.
With love as the thread that weaves us as one,
Friendships endure, their beauty never undone.