Tag: Poetry
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The Girl Who Cried Wolf
i dreamed of bacon and soft white steamed seafood dumplings for breakfast and a friend I once knew.
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Haunt
Like a ghost You follow me Like a nightmare You visit me Day and night When I sleep Or lie awake When I dream of goodness You creep in Like a ghust of cold wind In a warm windowless room You make me shiver Inside out, skin and bones You occupy a lot of space…
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Let It Be
For love should not be like locking the door, Not one could ever come in or go out, Not one could taste this sweet life and savor, Not one could tell you what it’s all about. For if your hands grip, all hearts will then bleed Air you might need, sun and water maybe.…
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Endings
And so I mark the days of our presence Of coffee mornings and afternoon teas Of headstrong battles, and some reverence Now we can separately do as we please. Oh heartbreak! Why good things come to an end Why am I a witness, why should I see? Bitter goodbyes and why am I to…
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Dance
Dance With the wind Sway But don’t break Dance With the waves Swim Don’t ever sink Dance With your heart Love But don’t fall Dance With this life Live Don’t ever falter *** Hello 2016! Hello Project 366! Day 2: Project 366 | A poem on Unrequited Love Day 3: Project 366 |…
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Just One Glance
For I have followed you Your every move Your every word For I have thought That someday Somehow I will stop Being your shadow If only You could stop And give me Just one glance *** Hello 2016! Hello Project 366! Day 2: Project 366 | A poem on Unrequited Love…
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Flower in the Night
Like a flower in the night I close my petals And shield my heart. I stand firm On the cold ground. I will stay Till I see the morning light. Sufferings, They also come to an end.
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