Curved cocoa river,
Nature’s gentle, winding flow,
Weeping Earth’s embrace.
Tag: Poetry
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I embrace the end of my long and arduous journey.
Traverisng through waves of grief,
Washing over me,
threatening to carry me away.
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Through thick and thin,
Through sick and shit,
Against the odds.
We keep standing.
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Suffer the pain,
Take the time.
A motto now engrained in our psyche.
Grief we greet as if an old friend.
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With time the pain will ease,
Memories will fade,
But our burdens will remain.
Learn to live again,
Accept the past,
Embrace the future.
Tommorow is a new day
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The dreaded fourth stage on a long path,
Tears are the words that need to be written
Sorrow melts the heart,
Incomprehensible sadness lenders one motionless.
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Longing is the core of mystery.
In itself it brews the cure.
The one and only rule
Suffer the pain,
Take the time,
A Life sacrificed.
To be born renewed.
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Time is the tonic to dread,
Memories collapse into the sands of time,
Life moves on, people forget, nature heals.
Suffer the pain, take the time, be born renewed.
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Life is but a game,
Man’s eternal pursuit for acclaim.
Survival traded,
Instead overrated.
All for a name!
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I feel trapped by my thoughts as I stare
lost in the amber liquid.Swirling bubbles pop in my mind’s
eye, captivating my attention.I have found an escape, deep in the bottom of
a glass.An avenue away from the devastation
that plagues my mind.What has happened to the world?
Everywhere I look, the overwhelming
impact of man plays centre stage.War. Death. Famine. Climate Devastation.
I drink deeply.
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My mind ventures inward.
What more can I do?
What more should I do?
Hard questions for a soft man.
I order another drink.
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I feel a surge inside me of heavy
angst.The world is falling in a dangerous
direction.Decency has been traded for greed.
I drink deeply.
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I drink deeply.
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I no longer remember my thoughts.
I order another drink and shut my
eyes.Goodnight…
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Bleary eyed we rise in the night,
Supporters to the end and ready to fight.
Through thick and thin,
Burried deep within our skin.
Hoping for that winning delight!
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Sitting in awkward silence,
Devices glued in our hands,
Waiting for our number to be called,
Helpless to fate.
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Imaginations unravel uncertainty,
Fear fuels the fire.
Death is at our doorstep.
Writing our Wills as we wait.
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Our name is called,
The doctor is met.
A simple virus diagnosed,
Life continues again.
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The brain is a powerful beast,
Equally creative and destructive,
It must be tamed,
Or one will fall foe to its darkness.
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Glued to devices,
We are slaves to our screens.
Separation anxiety,
Marketed into our brains.
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Where once we spoke,
Now we tap.
Where once we met,
Now we swipe.
The art of speech traded away.
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Man merging with machine.
Blended into one inseparable being
Is this an act of evolution?
Or something else entirely?
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I sit alone,
Staring at their orders.
Refuelling stations for weary souls,
Admiring the healing nature of cafes.
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I sip my black coffee,
Enjoying the bitterness.
Coloured like my soul
I stare into the watery abyss.
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My hit points rise,
Along with my spirit.
Human company a rare treat,
To this tortured spirit.
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Wallet drained, stomach filled.
I retreat to the darkness of my corner.
Alone I write better,
But I fear for what I have lost!
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Tranquil waters bloom,
Reflecting the starry sky,
As fishermen feast.
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