Best Reconcile Poems

Two windows of reflections, two souls from long ago
past times collecting memories of the realities
beauty glowing in the shades of two eyes
simulations of young love unsettled still muffles
unspoken those words that sparked the journey
many tears before
yet the shadows of the past still resides
pieces of the...

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How do we reconcile? (From my pen -27/06/2013) 

White was the color to declare the peace
Supposed to leave us with life without crease
It's no longer fashionable, and pure
We depend on black to bring the cure

Whatever the right medicine 
It offers no cure for this discipline...

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HE LAYS WAYS
WHICH ACCUMULATE PAYS
HOW DARE YOU FLAYS
BEFORE HIS SAYS
THOUGH DO PRAYS
FOR IT STAYS
TO AVERT RAYS

SHE PRONOUNCED IT ALL
ALL KEPT IN MALL
TO IMPROVE FROM FALL
SHE TENDS PLAYING BALL
INSTEAD YIELD TO CXIMA TO ALL
ACCEPT PROXIMA TO WALL
WHO, NEXT TO STALL

BOTH CALL TO TRAY
EITHER FALL TO STAY
WHO’S...

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There is no saying sorry for what we expressed, 
Yet the dark cloaking cloudbank of sorrow 
Pervades the unrest verbalised for the best, 
Said to build new beginnings tomorrow. 

So know that intentions were honest, humane, 
No matter how forthright you find us, 
We strive...

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Our shoulders touched electric as we walked
through sleet and grey impending winter snow
To reconnect devotion as we talked

it seemed, before I spoke, you seemed to know
There never was another kindred heart
and in my frozen breath I told you so

We hurried through the city streets gone...

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You never told me how to walk on through your door
You only guided me on to its true location
But, here I stand not knowing how I can do more
With a love that’s ready for resurrection

So…take me back, open up the door
Swing it wide… and hide...

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It maybe just one word to hear
But so effective like a medicine
Imagine if a person is sad, a smile
could turn his whole day around
and make him happy from being mad.

If someone has nothing to give
To such needy fella who is in need
In need of comfort...

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We started out together, dear Friend
Hours on wearied knees we’d spend
‘til from hour glass more time we’d lend
But now I wander, what might have happened?
According to you, it seems late for your soul to mend
For your heart once golden has hardened
Ice cold and immeasurably distant
No...

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if only we still had
all the time in the world
and our youth to squander
all the paths to explore
and wander at our leisure

the echo amplified
do you not hear the clamor
as each grain of sand
through the hourglass
counts down each hour

to me it's as loud as thunder
a warning...

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Erroneous mirror scatters his face
        Mills his skin into thin porous powder
        Muck which gets stuck under tongue in a paste
        Mouth stuffed with...

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GREETINGS ALL!
Greeting people on the street
Reason cannot assess how
Even a quick American "hi" in retreat
Elevates someone's mood, and the State's
Truth be told, can't say how Americans started
Ice-breaking among strangers on the street
Now, in England, silence (on tubes) is not rude
Given past racism in South Africa,...

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Nights come, nights go
Days come, days go
But friendship is one thing
that lasts forever

Friends argue, friends fight
Friends cry, friends laugh
But the best thing that's to reconcile
in order to keep our friendships
"A friend is easier lost than found"...

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My Friend.

I dreamt I saw you
Ignored you at first
Then I hugged you
My old friend
I wouldn’t let you go
As in real life I did
I want to reconcile
Take back the words
But what difference would it make?
None so I’ve heard
You were here
Plain as day
Your old self
I wish only...

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I am
I know
I desire
I misunderstand
I fail
I am

I search
I wander
I stumble
I trip
I fall
I am

I arise
I reconcile
I forgive
I learn
I love
I am...

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Life shouldn’t be a punishment for living
We can’t be regulated by machines
Accustomed to the stupid self-deceiving 
Our freedom is a bird of slavish dreams
Where to it flies, avoiding troubles on its way
We never wonder, giving it the flight control
But freedom seeks its master everyday 
And...

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