Fated Poems - Poems about Fated

The Ill-fated after the bombing  dead children everywhere like an exploding dollmaker's factory Tomato sauce and noodles  a parade of the inhuman Presidents are helpless their country is helpless while they slept all power lost A chorus arises, and songs  drown in thunder  We are the masters we were the chosen Cumulus clouds will ask we see and hear doomed humanity Shivering, we wait for the last bomb to drop  ...

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In an extended world, we live, a universe already fated and finalized, A world that knows all the spirals and turns we might hit, the ruin in a single tremor. Our goals are tied only to the future; we believe we all deserve an eternal resting place. Children live in anticipation of the peak; the elderly live in...

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start out sedated when it had been ill fated eradicated...

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Who so has whatso any, O deem thou more than plenty, Fair ‘tis enough fame to fetch, No one has all of world bounty. Does Pineapple plant flowers fetch? Can Forest Flame fruit-bearing be? Betel-leaf has fruits nor flowers, Nature to no one all its grace showers. ...

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In magical verses weave your fated heart's request, With metaphors holding the shy choir of light abreast, When hearts corroded by hatred in barrenness rest, And chains of thought whip gently the gentle flight's zest. If you are to regain control once more, When friends of yesteryear were but a lore, Whose drab garments through time emphatically wore, But forgiveness you've secreted...

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As of our affinity, we both attract and repel, vibrations in boundless space, shaping destiny....

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The ignorant ones claim, I'm full of petty problems, a slave to the darkness, but if only they had seen how I've slaughtered malicious demonic sea creatures that slithered along my spine, undisturbed nor provoked. You are the singing sunrise to my sultry sunset, weaving silver sonnets from beige ballads seducing my spirit into sweet slumber— igniting nocturnal Novembers with crimson showers...

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And so it goes. Seated, contemplative. A sudden cacophony abiding. Many floods ebb then flow; good/bad. Memories distilled, truth distorts. Folly found fair ‘gainst fear flames fanned. Shame ignorance opened, book bound veracity logged. Guardrails bent, bowed, betray. Step, then step again, mindlessly tumbling ‘cross lifescape willy, tilting nilly. Ramble shambles consequences unvetted. Year strategy...

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The clock has struck. It's way too late. There are no thoughts left to pollinate. The planet warms. They've sealed their fate with fires and storms, wars and hate. It's way too late....

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It was a light of firefly Ceases with break of day, but still in den and tunnel darkness outburst. Outsketch of city I stayed, a poor and a distuted land. Had to seek and applly for a job. But fate encroached me like weeds I Never got selected even on mare watchman job. My certificate now rot...

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AN ILL-FATED ADDRESS Being on holiday in Athens was truly the best 21st present my parents could have given me, stayed with my granddad, felt great, I traveled on my own, no more an adolescent. Sad that I would not see my grandma, she died five years prior. My grandpa had angina and my godmother who was grandpa’s cousin,...

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Adopting the world for what it is The illusion orphaned —death to begin (Las Vegas: July, 2022)...

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© Francis Maugo I knew the day we met That we were intended to be. I realized our destiny was set, That you were the best one for me. I didn't have any acquaintance with you. I just knew your name. I didn't know about what to do. I didn't have the foggiest idea who to fault. I realized I thought that you are...

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In restless sleep my eyes fluttered Candle flames sputtered... I was lost in a dream Enchanted night with myriads of stars but the moon was surrounded by bars Tears fell from each moonbeam I shook my head, moaning in disbelief ...

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The huntsman and his peregrine Woods was all his belongings The huntsman's only pride and his holy livelihood Flew an injured peregrine to his land one evening Her quill feathers perfumed of mountains and coastal She was somebody or someone of a kind like peregrine species of grass He beholds an earnest affection for this creature Full of dotes...

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