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I Am She of I Am
I Am She of I Am I'm not your housemaid. I'm not a nanny. I'm not a whore. I'm not a novelty. I'm not strong but I'm not weak. I'm not here to rob you. I'm not here to...
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Insomnia
Last night I tossed and turned, My thoughts fixed on you. Remembering how you looked at me last night, The longing in your eyes, The softness of your hands. How badly I wanted to hold you, How much...
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A Friend Named Death
I wrote this poem simply to get my feelings out. I was feeling so lost and alone, I had to write something down. Anything. This is what came out.I made a new friend, and his name was Death. I knew him only for a short time, our encounter bittersweet. I wanted him to stay but he said he must go, “It is...
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Backing Up Love
Everyone needs to be loved we all want to be in the front line.How love has so many changes in our heart beats we couldn't mend it. But love gave us strength to handle...Oh! Heaven no back path For both* Those down days bills No Jack and Jill Went up the hill Fo the love of Venus Going down memory lane Here's to our...
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Miscellaneous
The place at which I presently converge, I wonder how much of my current situation was predestined, how much can be attributed to luck and what forces propelled me to get here.
Miscellaneous
Somewhere over the rainbows and the nostalgia of the glory days of my youth brings joy and sadness to my soul. Wishing that we; my love ones and me, from whom I've drifted could...
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Just The Beginning
I don't believe it's over,
I have faith in love.
I just believe you've lost yours.
I just need to remind you.
I know you're scared.
I know I hurt you.
I never wanted things to be this way.
As you...
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The Veteran
We often take for granted
That old man on that chair
The one with funny clothes on
And grey receding hair
But if we close our eyes
Imagine who he used to be
The old man with funny clothes on
Lead a country to victory
You never stopped to question
You only stand and judge
The old man on the park bench
Feeding ducks and eating fudge
It’s once a year you see him
With his medals on display
Standing at the cenotaph
Looking grieved and in dismay
He stands still in reflection
In silent mourning and in grief
For as the clock strikes 11
He lays down the poppy wreath.
In laying down that poppy wreath
In memory of what was
He lost his friends and colleagues
He laid down his life for us.
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