Tag: dailypoetry
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The Drop
The Drop of my heart lights will spark that will ignite the light o’er cristling nights Drop Drop Drop -J.Broadway
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Ave. Nine
Lying in the street with the ominous air running through my feet Great waves of depression glide through open arms and steady How on God’s name am I here? Thorough psalms of plentiful grace break into the earthly concaves and pleasantries O’er strides I sit waiting to compliment death with arousal of conscious life O’…
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This is for You
Sometimes home isn’t four walls but two arms Coming from a generation of overthinkers This is for you Coming from a nation of stressors This is for you The weight of the world on each of our shoulders as the world’s gets colder we march together Yet we are so alone From a generation…
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II XXII XVI
She is lost gone in the valley If she weren’t as stubborn as I maybe just maybe she’d stay an echo in the dust T’was not my fear for her loss but the fear of mine that kept her across across the valley How low must we go to charm the valley to charm the…
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II XXI XVI II
I hate what I am because what I am is what I am feeling It has no meaning to whom I actually am Am I crazy or just too lazy to ramble something with sense There is a door and I am stuck behind it because its locked and I am not able to ratify…
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II XV XVI
It would be brilliant to not fear the near enclosure of my encampment Captured by the desire The superior light that might come with what I aspire Tis but not the lovely light of day that leave me in dismay or disarray rather than keeping me at bay I love thee that decides what it’d…
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II VII XVI
O’ Captain! Shall I speak thine name Thine nature is not one of recognizing and thou suit is not average Shan’t I get garish glances post the uttering of thine title? Would you not enjoy to see the fear in their eyes? Would you not wake in despise? To surprise those…
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Good Garden of The Ridge of Limbo
Good garden of The Ridge in limbo. I see it glow as I walk this lonely road. Oh how it sparkle in all of its beauty. So far. So distant. The blueish tint beckons for a pleasing smile or maybe a quaint gaze. At the ease of a pencil and ‘twas the description of beauty…