Sorrow Lines Poems

I know each one, every line

My eyes trace them every day

From dawn’s light to dusk’s dark

One fascinates me, long, curved

It’s history hidden, for me to...

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Deeper than love,
deeper than hate
the abyss that surrounds
inclement to wait

Fortune redundant,
heads in the clouds
escape not an option
—lost faces surround

(Ronald McDonald House: September, 2021)...

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So deep the loss...loss

different than any of those others’.* Others

can’t help but hear my cries, cries

of help. So deep the sorrow...sorrow

keeps the lump in my...

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"Ratatatatatata"...
that harbinger of sorrow
women and children wailing and crying
men scampering and dying

on the farm plains lies dead bodies
bodies of innocent citizens
graffiti of blood trail everywhere
Flies...

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When, in disgrace with hope and heaven's eyes,
     I all alone bemoan my forlorn state;
and curse myself, as one whom men...

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The importance of lines…

Ingrained, etched, immovable in their presence
A map that leads nowhere, except to navigate my life’s journey
Some in plain sight, laid bare, causing...

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Life Lines

When I look at Grandma’s face
there’s a great deal I can see.
Every furrow shows a trace
of her family’s history.

There’s a line for every struggle
every...

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I could hear in my head their thousand shrill cries
While their homes burn, their throats slit,
Unpleasant thoughts of the bloods of the innocent
Bring sadness and...

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My contract with wrinkles is a history carved.
I acknowledge how swiftly I’ve outwardly aged.
Best and the worst, suddenly a future now halved
Strokes in a map...

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Ali Obituary in Nine Lines

Guess you can call it Horn Haiku.

Ali went to bed
He soon had ended up dead
Still left things unsaid.

Parkinson's it was
Results of...

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long time ago when i was a kid physically
i used to cry a lot i am a kid mentally
even now i didnt realise then spiritually
arent...

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I look in the mirror
In the morning
I look rough
Smeared make up from yesterday
Hair all over the place
Tumbling down my shoulders
Unorganised, tangled, knotted

I study my reflection
I...

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I am alone on a sea of sorrow
No beacon  of light from the shore
Unable to see the face of tomorrow
Your eyes tell me love...

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just
nine lines                       ...

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Food, ale, smoke, sleep, and solitude—
     these are the things which I live for;
provide for me lamb barbecued, 
  ...

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