Comrade Poems - Poems about Comrade

The Coca-Cola lamp made a circle of light on the nightstand— (soft and amber) barely touching the horses beneath it. You lifted the needle up gently, and set it down lightly again: “Bye, bye, Miss American Pie…” We didn’t say goodbye. Not really. Not the kind that...

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There is an end in sight. Thought that is not so bright! There is strife That we must climb: both you & I! Stand! To be Grand But just about the Ground. Run! To be Gone As long along the Fog. Fly! To be High Only to reach the Sky... There is no finish line. Though this just finds me fine! There is life This is just right: for you & I. ...

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O comrades here is a thought, the world may be two some ways open to discussion-true -or - false?. How if someone plunges let say into ocean may claim to touch air or see star or master or find the company of sunlight if he/she is to go through?.Oh!, yes,...

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Thank you for celebrating the warrior in me And for being my shield in times of need Offering those shoulders to nurse in chivalry My battle-wearied heart when it doth bleed Thank you for celebrating my laughter And for giving me more reasons to smile Offering to laugh heartily with me hereafter My leaden soul could do to soar awhile...

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COMRADE LOVE NEEDED Sorrow of Love is hard to bear stretches my bones and I cannot go on A need for comrades to speak about Love lost their ability to love can only love for moments When these moments come they devour them like rare chocolate not enjoying them My comrades have physical beauty, Spirit beauty I doubt they question commitment and honesty it...

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She stands gallant For us: the staged pens Of growing knowledge For the posted battle field By honor to get hired She stands gallant In lonely and scary dens Tightly by duties pledge For our efforts to yield And live likewise if inspired She stands gallant For every little, callow mind And the runaway lyrics Singing silently of possibility To be boldly listen to cum history She...

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I said comrade to all my colleagues and friends and all of my herds I thought and said and behaved all equally and fairly We ate together the same food, we slept together in the same bed And we read together the same books And of course we talked, discussed and debated the same topic With great interests and...

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I am sitting down with my pen, in a faraway land For many days, I recalled my memories, That faded with poor calories I want to share the aesthetic childhood spent in the lap of a maternal knighthood. They are my sisters sent from heaven, with so many magical possessions They stood through thick and thin, like the mighty Jhansi queen Two are identical,...

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If I said I love you would you be mad? I do recall our fight and I am sad. It does not erase the good times we had. What we share is real and not some fad. I have loved you since you were a young lad. You...

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Winter freezes the heat of the year, That shivers within our hearts, oh dear! A season where Christmas celebrates A time everyone liberates. Friends of all rejoice and play on snow. Forever friends none bothers even time is on go. Tears on faces of every memorable moment, Like snowflakes that pour heavily on earth below. Love really is a powerful gift But all alone...

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My lifelong dream comes true as the words pour out onto the lifeless sheet. Stories of disengaged minds, hate, love, and freedom from above are created. A humble life is much better with the pen and the words are less deflated. This is never time deflated. For the mental stress is now regulated. Forgotten dreams...

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Procrastination resembles for Death, said comrade Lenin as soon as emerges the chance for overplot and killed the nascent democracy in Russia when the country to move for constitutional monarchy doing first step in the verge of art of consensus and agreements, expelling all others parties from parliament, murdered Russian tsar and his family Lenin and his learners and ...

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For Comrade Chris Hani (1942 – 1993) mowed down by hot lead your blood flowed into our African soil murdered you, yes, they did silence you, they never will for your voice your spirit speaks to us still...

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The kind have been waiting for, praying and hoping just to have, anxious waiting at the door, hoping you will find your way here. Little did i know, you were actually helter skelter, looking for a way to destine here, a place to settle and live peacefully. A curious knock came accidentaly, only finds its way in my door, feeble and hopeful than ever,...

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A Comrade like Ben A statesman like Mandela diplomatically suspended the necessary struggle of opposites, gummed his fragmented land together with reconciliation…. exploiters to exploited , murderers to martyrs imperialist to invisibled indigenes lives in Sandton and councils Bill Clinton and Naomi Campbell on plush carpets a sinewy activist, hard as nails, like yourself… Ben Palmer Louw, always cajoling conspiring criticizing organising uprising forever beautiful in your pregnant...

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