Lost Cinderella Poems

Two Doves
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, lived two childhood sweethearts named Aiden and Adeline. Despite growing apart due to societal expectations...

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A tree in love

By the old road, before it meets a widened way
 in a nearby stands two trees close together
 we can see they...

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Topaz uncovered,
Autumn bling lost emeralds;
Cinderella change....

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In my earthy, sad and waterless heart
I was caught in the trap of danger 

In this sea of ??passion, my only ship
Wrapped in your thoughts,...

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In this dark midnight
In this impure air, you turned around

At the height of the turmoil of confusing thoughts
In a damp and deadly room

Under the relentless...

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“I am somebody’s child, and I need attention, I am somebody’s child and I need affection, I am somebody’s child and I need love and...

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Lily, a little girl
With lots of hope,
Sees the world
Having so much scope.
She grew up
Much too fast,
For this little girl
World was way too vast.
She met new...

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At the ball...

At this point in the tale, a happy ending should be pending,
But readers now are more demanding,
And so, I'll tweak a bit the...

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What is the matter
She will be message sent
A rose would be lost 
There be found
Pure and delicate I believe 
She is like a rose
The sun...

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Roses can be green

The globalized world is a grey blanket
the common language and culture (consumerism)
A haze of foul jollity and hollow laughter
lost minds, save elephants...

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The legs

Sitting in shorts. on the terrace, I bought ten years ago 
I try to get a tan hiding them from the devastation of time.
Several...

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The alcohol problem 

They say the scientist, alcohol shrinks your brain
and is a cause for violence.
I’m not so sure, in Muslim countries, they are quick
to...

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Ancient battle 

Beautiful field blood-red poppies 
ringed with delicate dandelions.
Once a battlefield
the righteous, in blue uniforms
shiny golden buttons.
The terrorists of the time 
were farmers and...

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Remembered is the loss

 I sit in the sumptuous living room with my wife
we have a bed the king would be proud of
a lunch café...

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Memorials 

They have gone, not a trace left, but memories
leaves are getting yellow. No denying fall is here
Me, a sole survivor, standing on a plateau
of...

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