jamal wooden Poems

I sit at my desk, surrounded by papers and pen,
A cup of coffee nearby, my thoughts begin.
Each item in its place, occupying its small space,
I take a deep breath, and let my thoughts unfold.
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Any writer begins with a blank page, even if it doesn't have a meaning.
The painter starts with preliminary lines that don't appear in the final work.
The poet begins his inspiration from his sense of surroundings, not from his thought.
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The seasons reveal a change in the reasons
Reasons we don't understand, but feel
Existence is a real cause, not a logical one
And we see the reality surrounding us
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In the depths of existence, a subtle force resides
Connected to all things, yet unseen
It mirrors the world's intricacies, yet with its own distinct hue
A presence that resonates with the soul, evoking emotions anew
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The sun rises, and the warmth of day descends
Night's chill departs, and darkness ends
In its place, light takes hold
Clouds scatter across the sky, in hues so bold
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I love those glances that meet mine,
I feel you everywhere, all the time.
I smell your scent in flowers so sweet,
And see your face in sunrise's radiant beam.
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In Scandinavia, there appears the aurora borealis,
With its vibrant colors, attracting all eyes.
It takes the darkness of the night and transforms it into a work of art,
As the dark sky is painted with the light of the moon and stars.
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The calendar acknowledges the arrival of spring in March,
But in truth, it's May that brings new life to our earth.
For it's in May that flowers bloom, and the world is reborn,
And with it, hope and love are rekindled, and our hearts are warm.
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I'm consumed by grief with every memory of you,
From photographs, messages, and all that's linked to you.
It's hard to bear the pain of separation, yet you've gone,
Leaving behind the dreams I had for us, now lost and gone.
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Mountainous slopes, like stairways to the summit,
But without a race, no rush, no hurry.
Confusions between nature and oneself, beyond understanding,
Mountains that draw themselves with the help of the wind.
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