Tag: Poetry
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Solace
If i would,I’d salve you in your solace.If i could,I’d cure you in my presence.If you would,Could you draw upon the healing given me?
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Poetry is my true love
It was poetry that found me my true love,Beginning with a book’s stray page that caught my eye,As I stared I saw letters glancing up at me,I was bewitched: first love is always curiosity. I spoke each word and they called to me,I heard sounds echo through my thoughts as I read. I felt the poets words…
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Ebb and Flow
Catch your breath in wonder After all you don’t know The stream’s next curve Even its ebb and flow.
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White is the wrong colour
I’m white… I always thought I was right. Even though… I didn’t feel white. Always…I felt…out of place. Lost forever to the superior race. Not due to the actions of another Colour or place, different creed or face No my own race decreed me an other. Their exclusive hate led me to discover I was…
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News Speak
Breaking news A developing situation Live cross to our Reporter on the ground. Victim rushed to hospital Fighting for her life Neighbours shocked and stunned She’s home now safe and well. Breaking news An unfolding tragedy Live cross to our Reporter on the ground. Ongoing spat raised voices Heartbroken lover Final fatal blow A makeshift…
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He says He says
He says “I’m tired of saying sorry…” i say “especially when…” He says ”It’s not all men.” i say, “women fear men…” He says, “Men protect women.” i say, “…from other men.” He says, “They should be thankful.” i say, “…yet still they live fearful.”
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Candy Royalle
I saw Candy Royalle perform four times. The first was at the Friend in Hand in Glebe where she was co hosting an open mic night. She performed this amazing poem that together pinned me to the wall with its passion and left me short of breath with longing. http://CandyRoyalle.com Then I saw her at WestWords…
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Not Enough Men
I’m not responsible, It wasn’t my fault, Don’t blame it on poor little me, All you feminazis, I’m not all men. Seriously? That’s your best reply, Happy are you to stand idly by, Nod at another death by stealth, While you shed tears: only for yourself. Let’s work through the list shall we, Let’s see…
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daunted
His eyes rove round and circular, Quick bursts spoken near and far, Until he stands tall and perpendicular, Shaken still giddy with unspent energy. He looks down hoping to be free, I’ll just take this then says he, Face creased with concern, He disappears too suddenly. He returns as a wraith, Still speaking clarity decisively,…