Frontline Poems - Poems about Frontline

Thoughts of my abuse courageously spirals out of control No drug in this world can conquer this raw resilience….. Its ability to conivingly creep up with silence leaves the deepest wounds The pain is unbearable I have yet to understand this power of a weapon in which wins each torment Let alone in the utmost cunningly yet destructive way Im...

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Mystic's Quote: When we are governed by eternal hope all our lives, the soul is a frontline worker for the good: Never ignore the gentle nudge of a sensitive soul it contains no other agenda but to make you whole Clever as a twinkling star in the night sky it will serve you...

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The coming of this pandemic noone have foreseen A battle with an invisible, radical foreign Such a killer that noone has ever seen Stealing lives away leaving us all in grim Yet there are heroes untold of their countless victories Trying to save lives, they are willing to risk their own Away from their loved ones, their hearts could go weary But...

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What portends this ill wind blowing which inhaled robs man’s breath whose virus defiles the proximal space people share? Is it the greed of man who has defied rules of the holy book And defiled Leviticus by partaking as food that which was forbidden. Or is it a Lab gone wrong? Come hither all you medicine men and...

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Forth you match to fight I guessed by now you must have armed yourself Nothing less assured you will win at the end Keep the flame alive, ablaze you will be tormented. I came to learned that’s how you won all from the past Indeed you Won the good and step in the shadows of virtuousness And, when it came;...

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Feel the thunder It rattles my brain Wakes me up Drives me insane Feel the rain Gets under my skin In a game I'm not suppose to win Lightning flashes Across my mind So bright It makes me blind Looking For morning light Not going to hide Going to stand and fight My enemy Strikes from within I've been waiting For this fight to begin No need to kick No desire to scream This battle...

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Growing up on a small council estate pretty close knit and plenty of mates we had our own little squad the park end...

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