Best Journal Entry Poems

Slowly drifting, drifting away, and it feel likes I’m drowning.
I'm drowning, my eyes are drowning every time they surf into the world of pleasure, 
Seas and seas of bodies creating electricity  yet God hasn’t struck me for such sin,
Come closer, Come closer, I freeze...

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I have been doing a lot of thinking
      'cause to the past I am clinging
and pondering who exactly I am
   am I warrior or a lamb . . . 
one thing quite positive is my inking
  ...

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It snowed last night and outside my window is a winter wonderland.
It is -6, sunny and the wind is 24 kilometers, the afternoon
temperature will be about -4, that's not bad for Canada.

The first thing, I did this morning was to pick my stone of...

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How the wind whispers to the weeping willows.
Nearby the lark sings her song of sweetness
And the walnuts and apricots drop onto 
The leafy ground.  The man sits with his muscles
Glistening in the sea’s mists.  He stares upward
Toward where the emerald seas meet the...

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I went to the cemetery today to visit my beloved dead,
followed the tree lined road to the big grey rock;
and the weeping maple tree and turned on a small path,
that in time led me to my family grave site.

It dwells in the middle of the...

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I lacked a lot of sleep these past couple of months.

and abandoned the routine I’ve grown so comfortable with

in this time by myself.

I didn’t realize how much slack was in my learning curve lately,

and I was starting to forget how incredible it is to wake...

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Saturday April 13, 1877

Remove the dagger from my eye;
      Apply a tourniquet to my wounds;
          Surcease this oozing blood from the-
          ...

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April 25, 2018

Of time Past-
I cannot discard you (memory)
no matter how far I push you  away
you come  c r e e p i n g  like a wild vine
deep in the corridors of my mind you grow . . . 
I wish...

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some men are born to be killed
some men life means nothing to

can old men hold their heads and cry
you can only dodge so many shots 
before you eventually take a a few
then it's about surviving

some men have no nightmares
some men only dare to dream
history reflects...

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I realized how delusional I was when I was still telling people to have a nice day. But that was only the beginning… The news only got worse.

My pen bone dry. For weeks I had nothing to write. Refusing to address the corona virus aka...

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Dawn comes again with sunny smile,
Seek cheery strains where music styles.


A gift of time to take a trip,
Work beat and rhyme as passion grips.


Bright moments here speak sublime truth,
Intent streams cheer in wonder's proof.


Words that I cite spur fond refrain,
Seize then fine writes to anchor...

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Candle light flickers it’s
rhythmic dance
and strikes shadows across this
brittle parchment
The sea is rolling, chomping at the boards,
angered by our trespass
I try in vain to steady my hand,
to write with even flow

The winds have long since
given up its ghostly attack 
on our tattered sails
and weathered faces
Yet...

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On the gilded edge of evening, birds sing a song nearly long forgotten, and I am brought back to the very There and Then that only I have intimately known.

There where my heart is happiest, is at home. Then when yester-me watched sunsets and sunrises...

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This day marked my thirteenth year
and the wound I received
from a drunken bar maid
shall linger longer

My heart still beats
and yet,
if I look closely,
I’m sure to be bleeding,
my very soul wretched 

From beneath her bony fingers
I saw the piece of eight
handed to her by dirty hands
Whispers...

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(April 25, 2018, Repost)

Of time Past-
I cannot discard you (memory)
no matter how far I push you  away
you come  c r e e p i n g  like a wild vine
deep in the corridors of my mind you grow . . . 
I...

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