Poetry
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- Written by: Rosaline George
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Please give me the answers I seek
for blessed you said are the meek
I have been patient for so long
Am I in the right or the wrong?
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- Written by: Rosaline George
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I am your chauffeur
I am your shoulder
I am your dealer
I am your stealer
I am the called upon
but not the answered
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- Written by: Rosaline George
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She said I can never leave him;
though, where does that leave me?
Unable to fulfill my own dreams and desires;
verily, I will wilt and grow old young.
But I lost my youth long before I even became one.
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- Written by: Rosaline George
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Cold feet, cold floors -
creep and crack around closed doors -
behind which lie our dreams divine -
if we would only take the time -
to see the line -
Read more: Walking on Eggshells
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- Written by: Rosaline George
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I can easily escape inside my head -
hide away from the dreadful thread,
which intertwines unlike minds,
into a frenzy of blind leading the blind.
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- Written by: Rosaline George
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With powders and rouge -
she chases the clock of youth -
to create a ruse
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- Written by: jkbpoet
- Category: Poetry
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dancing across the peripheral plains,
seeing it's all unparalleled, by design,
there's no notifications of little green,
nor grey, men obtaining solar solace
yet we keep creating rockets powerful
enough for spacing out, just pacing...
Read more: The Peripheral Plains
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- Written by: mellowood
- Category: Poetry
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Budding with summer buds chasing dreams
I draw the of rich nostalgias with exult
Painting memory evocative with vast rhapsodies.
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- Written by: mellowood
- Category: Poetry
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Confound with transitory absurdities mocking them with ease,
So do our light dwindles to naught orchestrated by time then I sigh
A groan of life devoid of spirituality a sombre spectacle of material chase.
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- Written by: Rosaline George
- Category: Poetry
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This day exists not
It is but an illusory plot
Therefore the morrow is naught
So why then must we give thought
to the preachers who say we ought?
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- Written by: Rosaline George
- Category: Poetry
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Reap the fruit while it hangs from the tree
before it falls and loses its glee
Moan not that you have nothing to eat
for what once was ripe rots at your feet
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- Written by: Rosaline George
- Category: Poetry
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Beautiful sounds from the near dark of dawn
Sleep evades me, without even a yawn
The birds sound jubilant through their bright song
I now know that this ideal has been wrong
Read more: Pleasant Sounds of War
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