Coming Of Age Poems

Love, is not a moderate image to paint !
I have tread a serene parks walk with colourful abundant trees and beauteous scenes
Yet Love  :
“let...

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On Friday nights we’d sneak into
the railyard and wait
in the shadows 
between the floodlights for a train
slow enough for us to hop,
our hands already tingling
with...

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after "Do not go gentle into that good night", by Dylan Thomas

Age can not scour away the furrowed gnarls time obeyed,
Nor mask the snarls, gouged...

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To carry more than I’ve shown,
things I never told about,
I still somehow carry the cost
of your long forgotten chaos.

I stood strong with a heavy heart.
I...

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Unwritten page
An unwritten page on a Word processor, I ought to leave it this way 
look and dream of what I could have written on...

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I have heard of it before, but I never knew what it was until I walk through the door, I thought it was a wood...

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I used to ride the train
from school to home and back,
every other weekend,
in an old Pullman car
built in the nineteen-thirties.
It smelled like my grandma’s house—
a...

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Haiku
A season is over
Golden leaves softly fall
The breeze is absent 

Bushes have blooms
Intact but covered in dust
The town waits for storm.

Indoor plants sag to
Sorrowful for...

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The past and the future

A war was coming our way as a patriot, I enlisted 
Although I was a bit elderly, I was accepted 
sent...

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The stars have shifted, the veil is torn,
From Pisces' slumber, a new age is born.
No longer shall man imprison his kin,
The Age of Aquarius is...

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Grace can't grind away the wrinkled gnarls time obeyed,
Nor hide the snarls, ploughed as furrows in the brow.
It carves the knurls for grip that age...

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Stay tuned......

Bridge: Stay tuned 
Tuned in 
It's your time to win 
(Repeat 1x)

Hey, hold up 
It's my year 
I'm about to blow up and then...

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It's time
 you know it's here
  you never saw it coming
             never...

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2012 – The year I was born,
soft and new,
unaware of the world’s weight,
but full of possibility,
a blank page waiting for the first mark.
2013 – Wobbly...

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The eternal seaman

Coming from the sea, he stayed at a B/B hotel Churchill 
 near the railway station in Liverpool, a handy place for working women
to...

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