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Sometimes it feels hurtSometimes it feels inertSometimes it makes you weakSometimes it makes you squeakFriendship is such a bondEveryone is its fondIt is the source of happinessBut also the reason of sadnessWhen you closest friends misunderstand youIt feels like a blade passing throughYour life seems to be a crimeYou just wait for your end timeIt feels bad when your friends don’t trust youAfter

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I threw my books in furyOn the table-no,it's not funny.I'd been studying from the morningTill it was late in the evening.I couldn't study but ten pages.Nowyou may ask me what made me frown.Let me tell you-tell you clearwhy deep in my heart,to open my book I feared.I could never finish on time.To me it was like a mountain to climb."Stay at the foot than to try to reach the top" was my

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Every night has a different dreamIt all depends on what you have seen It may be dark or may be brightIt may be sad or of delight If you are having a sleepless nightYour day might not have been so bright If you want to have a good dreamRemember to think positive before you sleep But if your dream is sweet and longIt will be shattered like glass, by the alarm But if you are having a nightmareYou

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My first poem,I can proudly say,Will have a clear-cut Theme,and a thought to display.It will regularly rhyme,from time to time.Readers beware,At my poem you'll stareAnd with Awe you'll seethe poem written by me.It will move the earth,talking about death and birth.It will overflow with similes,and baffle my enemies.Yes indeed my poem you'll read,and then, "ANOTHER ONE !!" you'll Plead.But I'm not

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Hope is a candle in the nightHope is a long respiteHope is a featherOnce lifted, it'll only get higherHope is an oasis in a desertHope is a diamond in the dirtHope is everywhereYet hope is scarcely thereHope is the dream of better daysHope is the passion ablazeHope is beautifulAnd hope is tranquilHope is there for everyoneHope is an asset that all have in abundance

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Note to the reader: This poem has been written in a primary student’s point of view. It is intended to be childish. Before you read this poem, please try to recall how your first day at school was, how you felt then and how you feel now. Thank You!I remember my first day at school.My parents had told me that it’d be so cool.And when I’d go there,They said, they would take great care.But my first

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For some, it may be a game,For others, a way of life.Universally acclaimed is its fame,For diminishing sorrow, abolishing strife.The English started it,From them the Aussies learnt,In vain, was the British grit,In agony, the bails burnt.The Caribbeans beat them all,Oh yes, they produced the greats.Ambrose, Walsh, Wes Hall.Awakened, cricket opened her gates!Blessed be those graced,Mother nature’s

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There's someone, I know, deep down inside my heartSomeone who means a lot to meSomeone who cares, someone who lovesSomeone who's always been there for me.This someone knew me right from birthThat someone nursed me, cared for me,Loved me, encouraged me,Told me that I was the apple of her eye,Said that she'd never leave me for all the world,Showed me what is right from wrong,and has been with me

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There are many questions we know,regarding who, what, when, where and how,But there always are some common yet unanswerable ones,to which even great thinkers kneel down and Bow.One such question,Out of the top of my head,is this; Why do we live?Why not be dead?A lot of thoughts, a lot of reasons,But think again, and now your forehead is Creasing.So many reasons, most of them you'll buyBut you now

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You are all living your lives today,but this life is sure to end.So why not live life the other wayand begin your life from where it ends ?Let death embrace you first,And wrap up with what you think is worstthen shift to your old age:reading the news from page to page,having morning walks at the calmest paceand singing praises of God's amazing grace.Snoring away on the spongy bed,waking up and

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The wind blew so strongon my nostalgic face that dayas I stood before my schoolWhere my childhood memories layMy footsteps sounded loudas I walked down memory lanepast the corridors and classestheir emptiness cause me pain.My trembling hands strokedthe dust filled wooden desksmy mind raced back to whenI sat here with my friendsMy eyes brimmed with tearsseeing my class, my classmatesthe room

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Forever in this place I standDrowning in a sea of landMy eyes they see all aroundYet what they see I have not foundMy heart it beats loudly in my earsEchoing my thoughts and fearsI stand alone in a crowdTheir silence seems to me too loudI can not stand all they areTheir vacant smiles that stretch too farTheir searching eyes that hope to seeYet blind they are to all that can beThey will never know

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They wake me up early morning,chirping, as if a melodious warning,that the day has once again begunand its time for me to get up and run.They ask me for food to eat,flying up and down so neat,and as I quickly turn to see,loudly chirping, they fly to flee.When their food is kept in place,they skim quickly like running a race,peck their little bits of food,and fly away in a jolly mood.While I stare

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Dear Reader,'Rhymes of the Soul' is a blog dedicated to poetry, written specifically by the students of Birla Public School, Doha - Qatar. It's a platform where any student of the school can present his or her poems, and receive both criticism and appreciation. The blog, which is run by the senior students of the school, aims to bring out the creativity of the students, which has laid hidden for

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Confusion,The state of mind I'm often in.In and out of it so sudden.Confused by the things I thought I knew.Confused because I'm in love with you.I don't know how I got here,I don't know how long I'll stay.But soon enough I'll be on my way.In love with a player.In love with the game.In love, your so charming.In love and to blame.Confused why I let my self.Confused this can't be me.Confused by the

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You hold my hand when I am weak,And vulnerable at times.And as you smile I cannot helpBut turn my lips upward,And duplicate the joyWhich lays spread across your face.When I am sad or unsure,You make me laugh.And as you look into my eyes,They seem to glitter and sparkleWith such energy and lifeThat I have never seen before.And it makes me want to be closer to youAll the time.And even when I am

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How do I tell you I'm sorry -With a gesture, a look, a touch?How is it I never realizedI hurt you so very much?I do not ask forgiveness,A comfort I'll never deserve.I merely want to let you know,But I cannot find the nerve.To finally confront you, face-to-face,To look you in the eye,To face your wrath, your apathy -Too terrified to try.You called me selfish, I turned away,I festered and I fled;

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I sit at the old pianofeeling its dusty, soft keysmy fingers poise themselvesto play this musical pieceAlone in the dim lit roomI let the music playnotes of A,G,C and Bresound loudly in the airThe quavers and crotchetstimed and rhythmically playeddance when I release themthey rise to the roof and fadeI close my eyes; slowlyand let my fingers do the workmy soul gets swept awayto a faraway, fantasy

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The lights of dawn just started to cover the skyBirds had just started to chirp and flyThis morning was not a usual oneIts start had a special toneThe breeze near the sea shore was soothingI felt my soul healingThe sun had just began its glorious journeyEveryone had forgotten their hurryThis was 2008’s 2nd NovemberA heart warming start for winterA coffee mug was in my handWitnessing sunrise I had

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