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She She walks in beautyHidden in her heartHeavier with hopeChants joyously. She walks in bountyDrops of rain on dry dustThe sudden smell of lifeShows off all her beauty. She walks in miseryWith braveheartHer wintry eyesFalls off her vulnerability. She walks in angerCovered in muckNo present no futureOnly past's ash sucks. She walks in sakeDreams biggerShow… Continue reading #poetry #poem #write

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Feel Diurnally,She opens the windowThe morn dews still on petals,And the brand new breezeTeases some of her hair,In the air, where new hope's rebornThe new rosy light twinkles her eyes;But, no sparkling sparks backTouches her skin, enters her nostrilsAt long last,She carelessly turns her backNothing felt by the soulless heartNothing… So, she doesn't care.The new… Continue reading #poetry #poem #write #feel

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When i hear waves soundCrashing fiercely against the rocksIt reminds me of my hidden wrathThat extinguishes on my calm look. When the trees toss in the windTheir rustles stir what in me ruinedIt reminds me a little bit of my awesTossing and turning all day long. When the birds at the dusk chirpTriumphing the brand… Continue reading #poetry, #poem,#write

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The eye Seasons go, seasons comeThrough life's passenger car;Change their mood and coat:Change Man's mind and heart. Sun sets, sun rises,Sometimes cold, sometimes hot.Between the sets and the risesBabylons rise, Babylons fall. Rose gardens then tomb lies;All human kingdoms fly by. Flowers close and disclose.Amid intervals relate to the rosy story,Shortly expose beauties imposed,Sum up… Continue reading #eye #poem, #poetry

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Exam

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Exam white paperInkless penThe clock on the wallStrikes  in the heartBrain goes blankEyes lose sightwalls of blank…Built up White ideas hoverOver onThe  white wallsReason by the blank brainSee by the blank eyesWritten…On the white paperWith inkless pen Leaving the roomBashed like Dickinson's birdScars and fears  roamPast ghosts daunt the presentThe past's doors wide openWornout dreams… Continue reading Exam

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14 Lines Sol'tude they suffer all; yet, each alone.Lone souls wander within nowhere spheres.Roam and orbit beyond the byway zone,O acrid mists in silent corners tear. Yet, the muffled screams flow rivers per dayWhen curious eyes not there to stare.Bite like sea snakes and pour their bane as prey.Void feeds void til the vacuums distress… Continue reading 14 lines #poem, #poetry, #writing, #sonnet

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Apocalypse SheAt the zenithOf her ruinSittingWatchingThe world outBackwardly ahead                         movingWearing                                     the          guiseOf maintenanceOf strength                  of                                        con sis ten cy Cra z'ness air teasesthe mass                                 The mob                                                             The ruinAgiles in the fall melodyOut of tuneThe funeral ceremonyOn the airAround the clockShebreathes inThe void and spits itOutWithin she and itVividly on the moveOut of breathWhile She the… Continue reading #Apocalypse

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Feel She opens the window. The morn dews still on petals, And the brand new breeze Teases some of her hair, In the air, where new hope's reborn. The new rosy light twinkles her eyes; But, no sparkling sparks back Touches her skin, enters her nostrils Yet, She carelessly turns her back Nothing felt by… Continue reading #feel #poetry #poem #write #iamwriting

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Revolutionist Ardent his eyesFire of poverty and injusticeBurn his stateEagers to changeWith his words the thoughtsWith his thoughts the worldIn which the brisk naughtThe antiworldYet his folk are busyIn chase of breadNo time to breatheNo time to dreamNo time to mindTheir misery, their stateYet His fire is too idealToo old... too lateTo awake the deadIn… Continue reading #poetry #poems #revolutionary #writing #write

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Do Not Write All Your Mis’ries In Black Ink Do not write all your mis’ries in black ink,Dark past must be buried its vivid corpse;Fight your inner night and rise your sun pink. When life despairs the youth, they oft misthinkAnd paint on dim canvas vehement mourns,Do not write all your mis’ries in black ink.… Continue reading #poetry #poets #Iamwriting #write #writing #villanelle