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Love's Dark Reflection #lovepoetry #poetrydaily #poemaday

Love was never a heartbeat. It was the echo left behind after the heart forgot why it was still beating. It arrived wearing another person's face, its hands stitched together from promises that had already begun to rot. I welcomed it. Not because it was kind, but because loneliness knows how to mistake a wolf for warmth. Every smile it offered cast a longer shadow. Every whispered "forever" fed another ghost sleeping beneath my ribs. The thought of love is a clever liar. It builds cathedrals from broken mirrors, then asks us to kneel before our own reflections, calling the illusion destiny. How eagerly we obey. We water flowers that grow from graves, write poems to people who never truly existed, and embrace memories still unborn. Love watches. Silent. Patient. Like a spider waiting in the center of a web woven from hope. It never forces us inside. It simply lets us believe the silver threads are rays of morning light. By the time we understand, the sky has forgotten our ...
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That's Parenthood #poem #inspirationalpoetry #family

Teach them first to love the light,
Before the world explains the dark,
Place a book within their hands,
And hope within their hearts to spark.

Education is not just a class,
Or chalk that fades from classroom walls,
It’s how to think, how to stand firm,
How to rise again when life calls.

Groom them with patience, truth, and time,
With listening ears and guiding hands,
Show them that effort shapes their path,
And dreams are built where discipline stands.

Tell them failure is not the end,
But a lesson wearing disguise,
Teach them to question, learn, and grow,
To see the world with open eyes.

For tomorrow waits on what we plant,
In quiet moments, day by day,
A seed of knowledge, deeply sown,
Will always find its way.

When life turns good, and doors unfold,
They’ll walk through strong, prepared, and wise,
Carrying lessons from your love,
That’s parenthood—no greater prize.

© 2025 Gloria Penelope

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