History Self Poems

We’re all important in different and various ways
But we shouldn’t ever get to caught up in our own significance
or self-importance
Whatever we believe, we are transient

Whatever...

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I'll buy the drinks, that's all that I'm saying
All evening long, don't think about paying
This speed dating lark, it has me in bits
You talk, I...

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The darkness coalesced in my eyes
Whispering the sweetest lies

Erecting a bloody throne
Made of broken bone

The color seeped from my cheeks
Leaving me weak for weeks

The pain...

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Spit out the clot of revenge
that kills your voice, that dries up world sympathy.
You have the right to resist -- to a limit.
Transgress and you're...

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Sunshine in rain,
And midnights in vain.
Eyes are wide open,
But vision is already broken.
I appeared to you as a whole,
But you went slicing through my soul.
Taking...

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The will to live is a sacred thing
Not just a small opportunity
But a message in the service we bring
The purpose to burn and truly trust
The...

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There was a sickly tree

In a barren clearing

In a burning country

On a mourning day.


A wild crown of branches

Haloed by concentric rings;

A rising wave of spires...

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I wish i was her
She is courageous , she is bold
She does not care about the thoughts of the world
Above all when she loves she...

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I stand in the glow of the earth
Dawn to twilight, each day rebirthed
Under stars I gaze to dream deep and wide
The moon’s face pales my...

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Written By:  D. Collins 6/23/23

 

Let's all take a serious journey down memory lane.

From where the world's current oppressors originally came.

Didn't Vikings conquer, pillage,...

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Self help addict needles unsuspecting reader 

Expounded late today April 27th, 2023
since being written
countless years ago
maybe a baker's dozen
as thee doodling cock doth crow 
scouting...

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His mind lay prey to mumbled threats within,
drawn to perch upon a twig-thin edge 
slung between a gauze of blatant dreams.
Like some homeless bird come...

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In seventeen sixty nine a child was born
in Corsica, Genoa's former vassal state.
Prior to his birth, his land had been war-torn,
Paoli's resistance did his birth...

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Wishes hang, like icicles
Clinging to the steely gray
Branches where silence breathes
Promises, echoing through
The winds, hastening hope and 
Anticipation, resting on the 
Colors of joy, peace...

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Keep your morning informed 
With a piece of newspaper
Stay connected with the rest of the world
Besides your small confined self-centred world
Stay up-to-date with 
The critical...

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