Tag: Poetry
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ASHES AND DUST
Loved in spring, that beautiful roseShe feared to tread on the grass it aroseTrampling on the sacred beauty of lifeFear clenched her, gutting a knifeShe died a little, and then some moreAdjusted a little, they called her maturedHer childish heart no longer criedShe learnt to accept, come what mightThe smiles were forced, no tears…
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TILTED SCALES
Too many tears, a little bit of faithToo much sorrow, a lot of hateToo much hunger for a bit of fameToo little patience to achieve the sameToo much apathy, lives left to fateToo little love, prayers too lateToo many worries crushing naive soulsToo little beauty to linger, beholdToo much judgement, anger and painToo little passion,…
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A SOUL’S WILL
As wind howled on a misty nightHer hands shivered as the street turned whiteStaring at homes where fires burned brightLooking for pieces lost in dark and lightHopes, desires and smiles of pastTender kisses,whispered promises of heartTo travel together to distant starsWarm hearths and laughs for lives to lastSpring to summer spent in starry dreamsAutumn entwined…
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THE LONG ROAD
I know that gravel from that winding road Alone I have travelled and heard those songs Oh! Those voices announcing the cold To whisper to fate, to mock scarce hope? Those hands they tremble, I try to speak A deep iron dull I try to breach I bend on my knees and swing my arms…
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UNMADE
I have been broken to thousand pieces Shredded , scattered ashes on ground Crushed to soul, calling to void Continuing to exist,without any sound . I searched for my pieces, near and far Some were good, some scarred A hand of fate, an act of will Is what it took to sit , then stand…
The Pen Stand 