Long Analyse Poems

It was noon, he was in the bush, he enjoyed this type of living, he sometimes played with the animals just to make himself happy and spend some time, Leisure and embraced them all as...

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Young and Strong

She was young, she was strong
Working cleaning all the day long
So much to do, but she carried that load
So concerned about everyone, at Kenmore road.

Then we moved, to Strandfontein we came
A new challenge...

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"Symposium"



where do you go 
when you try to 
dream your place

in my life 

gone now 
from your 
quicksand shores

once I rolled over 
placed my mouth 
against your throat

what used to be

as if you 
could transfer
some...

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I am not perfect I am not a saint 
I have my vices my loves my hates

I am human flawed not unlike most of humanity 
I can admit to this quite openly 

I cry at...

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Baby,

You have become a fixture in my mind...
treading lightly... meaningfully...  with purpose.
with each traverse, the words and wisdom you impart
leave an indelible print..for one so..might i say youthful.


I've often wondered why my intrigue hasnt
diminished......

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I can see the light beyond the clouds
I can see rain beyond these drought
I can see blessings of all sorts
Still i want to cling to the pain beneath them
I want to overlook all your deeds...

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Love not a writer because most
People thought writers are adorable,
Writers have no perfect heart as you see them.
Their hearts are afraid of rejection and always hide in their shells whenever they are discriminated in the...

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Love not a writer because most
People thought writers are adorable,
Writers have no perfect heart as you see them.
Their hearts are afraid of rejection and always hide in their shells whenever they are discriminated in the...

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When you're in the womb
You are measured and assessed
When you are born
You are measured and assessed

As you grow each month and year
You are measured and assessed
When you go to school
You are measured and assessed

When you...

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Bright Star

There are two kinds of people in this world, there are Hummers and there are Nails. You decide which one you choose to be.
Mallow, soft, smooth and sweet. A type of heart that speaks...

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If I hadn’t been born into poverty
I’d be rich relieving the fantasies of the wealthy
I wouldn’t be free to experience reality
For I’d be burdened with the inheritance to keep
I’d have a golden noose around my...

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He enters looking bedraggled, tired and worn out, his skin like Vellum, blank and pale. Lifting his eyes to catch their gaze he gives a slight nod to acknowledge their presence. He scans the room...

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A criminal is sane by their own logic, 
You can look into their mind to count them wrong, 
They can be confronted for their psychologies, 
And told that their song is long. 

ISIL is based...

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AN INDEPENDENT SCOTLAND? (Or, Beware The English)
by Damian on June 15, 2014. © Damian Cranney, All rights reserved

An independent Scotland,
That will do just fine,
We no longer have to listen
To the Scots familiar line.

Whatever woe that...

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Here’s a twain of siblings so delicate—
The tenor and its weary vehicle,
Similar are, nor yet so disparate
O lady, art not thou so fickle? 

In seeming sameness struts lady contrast, 
Harmony jars to sing in unsure...

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Today I stood Me in front of a mirror
And invited Myself for a talk

There we all stood for a minute or two
...looking at each other... and into each other
Searching... appreciating... criticising

Hey guys, thiz wassup ......

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Artistic creativity you wanted to discover?
Sure? Well, here you go. So what did you think that it would provide?
Yet another sheet of tangled problems you would uncover,
You'll grill yourself alive you drew and you'll probably...

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In my kitchen alone on the floor i cry
anti depressants not working
people pulling for my happiness
and yet i am sad because i lack the personality i desire to try
i feel like a victom
in a world...

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SHOCKING!!!!!!!! WHAT? THAT?


Bad taste?
They know not what is at stake
They do as they please
Then later beg for forgiveness
A right sin
And a dismal business

Nothing is shocking anymore
To thump each other
They go to the extremes of bad...

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Our voices linger on this line desperate to stay together
Sending requests to our nervous systems for any information we can gather
We hold relationships accountable for not practising this method
They tap our line hoping to record...

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My husband is a shooter,
Which isn't always fun,
As every weekend 
He's out somewhere with his gun.
So quality time together 
Can sometimes be quite sparse,
"But I have to have a hobby."
He tells me with a laugh.

Our...

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Hey my dear friend, please
don't give up, don't give in 
Everything will be fine,
Are you afraid of calamity ? 
Recognise, analyse and realise 
the actuality, grab the vitality 
to stand vigorously with calamity.
Hey my dear...

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I've been struggling to write this. When the emotions and feelings are too much, it can be difficult to share. But, my discomfort is nothing compared to that of my dear friend who has 2...

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Between these words and this paper lie my feelings
They hold the connection together, no piercings
So abstract I just want to get lost in them
I think I have found a reason not to analyse them
They are...

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They say it starts in childhood some even say the womb
Like a scene from Elm Streets Nightmare or some dark unearthly tomb
The tide of time can turn on you when you swim against the flow
Or...

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