Tag: poem
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If I were near
If I was near, I would knock on your door, You would open it, I would grasp your hand and lead you outside, If I were near, The world would seem small and undaunted, We would go everywhere and see everything, There would be no want, We would eat for the pleasure, Such joy there…
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Unearthed
Unearthed Who am I that you would care for? Who am I that you would seek for? Am I worth it? Maybe, perhaps not. / I was buried Underneath my evils Drowning in the tide Dragged out beyond the coast Land seemed like a dream For days on end Air was a foreign object /…
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Blessed Luck
What an oxymoron Two words that Are as opposite As poles on a magnet. Does one believe That such things of unbelievable fortune Just happen? Or does one believe that A being of higher intelligence Is looking out for one? Blessed Luck? Or Luckily Blessed? Who knows?
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Like the books
Perhaps your adventure awaits beyond the shelf,beyond walls,along roads less travelled,With friends unknown,With rivals to be discover,Trials faced,Contests won.An adventure doesn’t have to have dragons in it,An adventure is doing something beyond your norm,To see life from a different point of view,To share in a conversation with a stranger,To pet a dog,To ford a creek,To…
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To the something inside.
With life and purpose, What is it that drives me forward? What is it that makes a man? Is he defined by his muscles? His women that he conquered? The company he keeps? The foes that he has slain? Do you see the mountain of corpses that I stand upon? Have you seen the families…
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Thanks Mom
To MomTo the woman that loved life enough that she wanted to bring more of it into the world. Thank You, Mom, for loving me,Thank You, Mom, for protecting me,Thank You, Mom, for being there with me,Thank You, Mom, for understanding me when others look at me strange. Thanks Mom, for watching me first walk,Thanks…
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Cat
Why wasn’t I made a cat? I mew and cry like one A lick myself clean I dig in the dirt I play with the dog I make up my own games My owners ignore me Even though I’m here Why wasn’t I born a cat? Was I not important to my mommy? Does my…
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Dancing Race
Was it a man or woman? This tale tells not, For one does not tell, What is shrouded in shadow. A race was performed, In the light of the moon, From the start of the road, To the saddened detour, For this race was more of a dance. Was it man or woman that I…
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Winter’s wife
Have you ever seen the white lady? She only approaches in the dead of winter, Within a snowstorm. She sweeps in from the north, Covering the land and the rivers, Marking all with the cleansing peace. The cold that she brings, Allows new life to begin. A hunter sits in his stand, Frought with cold,…
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Day with her
For day with her, May be heaven, With life in chaos, Tears abound, Goodness knows, A day with her, Would be a blessing, Indeed.
The In Constant Chronicles 