Tag: Poetry
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The young die before their time.
The old wrinkle with age,
Watching unable to help.
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War, famine, greed.
Man makes the inevitable
All the more unbearable
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We look atbackwards,
At decisions not made.
A life lived in regret.
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When paths present opportunity,
We hesitate to act.
Only with ourselves to blame.
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Life is a cruel mistress
If we live in the shadows of others
Shed the burden of others expectations
And flourish as our own selves
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Searching the cavernous depths of this world,
I found you, the greatest treasure,
The most perfectly cut diamond, shining in pure beauty,
The most complete pearl, intricate and profound, a source of fascination,
The most stunning ruby, a radiant light through the darkest times,
The most sublime emerald, joyful, pure, and unbound.
Now that I’ve found you, I won’t let you slip away,
Priceless, I’ll journey through the depths of this world to witness your smile’s sway.
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Here I sit a man, deeply troubled.
The weight of my actions sinking in.
Once taken for granted,
Now slipping from within.
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Here I sit a fool, jesting upon a court
deserving of mock’
With only myself to blame
I am losing my rock
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Here I sit a captain, aboard my rocking ship
Sailing through the rough water
I have lost sight upon safe land
Ashamed of the trouble I have bought her
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Here I sit a boy, full of sorrow
Wishing for a second chance
To restore and make anew
With his love of first glance
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Here I sit a Connoisseur, critiquing myself
Looking for ways I can improve
I am striving to be a better person
I offer my soul, I hope that she approves
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Here I sit a man, on a mission
Nothing can come between us
With Daisies in hand
I hope all happens as planned
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Here I Sit a lesser half of a couple
Reunited, Smarter after my mistakes
I promise I will try harder my love.
we deserve better than these heart aches!
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I feel like I am floating. A white feather caught in the wind. Taken on a journey, without a whim.
My willpower is fading, with fate taking me along for a ride.
If I do nothing, I fear I may be lost with time.
I am stuck in my place. Frozen to indifference. My motivation is absent.
Why are we here?
How does I find my purpose?
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I am taking to writing daily short stories and poems to help me on my Journey. But just wanted to share a little bit of my current thoughts. Let me know what you think?
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I die every day, when I wake up alone, to find that you are not beside me.
I bide my time in agony, waiting for a single second to spend with you.
I cannot deny how special you are to me; you make me the man I want to be.
I cry every night, lying awake, an empty space in bed beside me.
I am empty without you.
The StoryTeller 