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"Timeless Treasure" is a collection of poems written for "Word Prompts Help Creativity ~ Week 47 (Treasure). It's always fun and exciting to hunt for treasures, but the best ones are the ones you find inside your heart.

This poem is about my personal experience that What I think life is But it turnaround concept when it comes to deal the meaning of life. I'm not perfect and I will write and learn till death..

Not all the grief is about death

A challenge to leave conformity and dare to use one's own mind.

No matter how popular it may be that "the world is doing it to us" -- we are at the source of it all.

Public interests will be harmed What if covid lives with us? We must accept Maybe it's time to live like a zombie

Some encouraging words to keep life simple.

Amazing how we may know the lyrics of a song, but only later in life experience them with their true meaning.

Love may cost us -- emotionally, financially, some other ways, or at least that cost may provide a fictional material for a humorous poem like this one.

Some pep-talk in rhymes.

We don't hate some other nations unless we get indoctrinated by our leaders to do so. In that sense they are not representing us at all by instigating that hate.

Just like we have been told to say "NO" to drugs, we might as well learn to say "NO" to another addictive thing -- all mainstream news.

As I am thinking of our everyday thoughts, it inspired this poem.

The word “treasure” can refer to wealth of any kind or any form. It can also refer to precious moments in life to be cherished forever. This poem is in response to the word prompt "treasure" provided in the Word Prompts Help Creativity-Week 47.

Putting something of note across to one’s lover ignites the love in his/her heart… Thinking deep about love, I have decided to pen this too…

This is a poetry that talks about unrequited love.

I was raised by a narcissist for 19 years and then met and married a narcissist and was with him for 36 years. I forgot about and lost pieces of myself through the process. I am trying to find my way back now and most of that has to do with rekindling my relationship with God.

My hobbies gave a purpose to my life more than my professional activities ever could. And in a sense, they were enormously more rewarding.

Some imagine their alter-egos, others imagine an ideal lover -- so why not imagine a loyal fan.

But money is necessary Who is this man? Where does he want to go? to Manhattan

Daily news are suggesting that we all go depressed, and here is a little voice of a spirit that refuses that.

This one is trying to open our eyes about what we are really eating.

With our culture market flooded by tears, its creators know how to monetize that misery.

A humorous look at results of millennia of religious faith

At birth we sometimes carry the seed of something into what we are due to unfold, no matter what obstacles may arise. And then it feels like a "quantum leap".

We play so many life roles that our true identity gets quite obscure.

How writing assignments affect life

This is a philosophical poem on friendship. The poem describes three different types of friendships and their ideas. Let's discover what actually friendship is?

After an hour of watching a romantic comedy on Netflix, I said to myself, ''hey, why not write a little something about this''. Its a an attraction at first sight one so strong and maybe should've never happened.

This is a little piece I came up with while in a depressed state, feeling alone, and overall letting go of hope. I want to hang onto the idea that suffering never needs to be done in isolation nor silence, but sometimes it feels like it does. Perhaps this is a wishful piece.

This poem is devoted to my friend Bill with whom I share one dark memory, but also one of being reborn into a life of freedom from the booze. It was inspired by his recent disclosing to us the touchy story ending with a triumph of a sheer will.

A poem on an old woman. The poem reflects the relationship between poor and rich, old age and childhood, and humanity and materialism. It reflects the treatment of the world towards the poor soul.

It's about someone not feeling their best and working hard to get back to some form of it gradually. Easier said than done, but a work in progress nonetheless.

My response to week 43.