Strife


Bitter words collide,
Tears fall in the raging storm,
Hearts break, souls shatter.

Silent battle roars,
Inside, chaos consumes all,
Strife’s bitter embrace.

Swords clash, spirits clash,
In the dance of endless pain,
Strife’s relentless grip.

Dark clouds overshadow,
Strife’s tendrils tighten their hold,
Peace remains distant.

Scattered fragments lie,
Strife’s aftermath lingers on,
Hope sparks, healing starts.

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Love


Cherry blossoms fall,
Whispering secrets of love,
Softly, they embrace.

Two souls intertwined,
Bound by an eternal flame,
Love’s sweet symphony.

In the moonlit night,
Love paints the sky with passion,
Hearts dance in starlight.

Love’s gentle caress,
Melting away all worries,
In your arms, I’m home.

A single heartbeat,
Unites two souls as one,
Love knows no limits.

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Poetry


Words dance on the page,
Whispers of ink and paper,
Poetry takes flight.

In dreams, verses bloom,
Imagination’s playground,
A poet’s refuge.

Silent syllables,
Emotions etched in stanzas,
Language weeps and soars.

Pen scratches paper,
Unleashing thoughts into form,
Poetry awakes.

Whispered secrets flow,
Ink spills from a poet’s heart,
A world born from words.

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Writing


Ink stains on my hands,
Words flow from my mind like ink,
Stories come alive.

Thoughts dance on paper,
Pen glides across the pages,
Creating new worlds.

Empty white canvas,
Waiting for words to be born,
Silent universe.

Writer’s block lingers,
Words trapped in a barren mind,
Yearning to break free.

Letters form a tale,
Imagination unleashed,
Stories forever.

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Painting


Strokes of vibrant hues
Brush dances upon canvas
A masterpiece blooms

Colors intertwine
Whispering tales of the heart
Painted emotions

Silent strokes convey
What words fail to express
Beauty captured still

Canvas breathes new life
As imagination soars
Brushstrokes sing their song

Painting, a mirror
Reflecting the artist’s soul
A timeless dialogue

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