Their Poems - Poems about Their

In the city of diffuse lights, the young carry their dreams like transparent cloaks, With souls hungry for desires and unfulfilled quests, running through glass labyrinths, Trying to quench their thirst with offerings of life that sparkle but are hollow to the touch, Between the shelves of existence, where cheap illusions are wrapped in attractive colors. They seek nourishment...

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After he died, I'm always drinking. After she died, I'm always smoking. Because what use is a life worth living If I cannot numb the grief I am feeling. After he died, I'm always wondering What could've been if everything was improving. After she died, I'm always being A better person for those worth loving. After he died, I was always crying About how...

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kings hierarchies are the stuff of stories of history of the stage featuring the impossible splitting of simply nothing...

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Lovingly lauded.. they marauded.. rightly applauded Saffa gaffers did thrill Willow wielding wizards of Oz Yielding…lampooned..marooned..jaffas Festooned spill just like Seville . Must remember..the ember burning Yearning of Temba Bavuma Kept his sense of humour Despite being the victim of flimsy whimsy Many a nasty rumour I implore you to ignore the tumour That is Michael Vaughan…dim..grim Pompous pig or obnoxious prig Having a...

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Eerie mystery of the night's unknown, Now shown as strength unites, Strived against diminished lights, The cyhyraeth moans their plights....

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Trapped within the soil Told stories filled with turmoil Carrying the weight of black history But it honours their memory By always remembering By never forgetting Soaked by the tears of the enslaved Waiting, hoping, praying to be saved The ground an unknowing witness To them being worked to death But in awe of their perseverance Throughout the...

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And the children cried out to their Maker Bless us Lord, we receive Your loving peace They all clamered 'round about Him Singing and dancing, the Lord was pleased They came upon a leper His body wreaked, his eyes were dim He dare not raise his eyes to Jesus He was crippled but he really loved Him Finally they left, the sun...

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An Author To Their Work By Antuan Simmons The author to their work. Is like a man or woman to their family. The pen and pencil is the son they guide to do right. Guiding to write that first draft. The keys to the computer is that spouse. You spend quality time with. Every punch to the fingers to computer keys. Is a punch...

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Under the infinite sky, where stars weep their light like crystal tears, My thoughts weave into a silent dance, like a whisper of wind on leaves, And I lean towards the heavy earth of unknown sufferings, Where the tear of a hungry child weighs more than all the rains in the world. Happy birthday, orphaned children, you who search...

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You may not believe me But I know it so well Every lilac tree Has its own special smell This I fail to describe Its expressless to me Each tree has its own type Blooming easy and free There's no equality shared No familiar democracy Lilacs fragrances spread Fugitive meritocracy Flattering you with the one Sweetest lie You are still fair and young If you give it a try. ...

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Under the bleak sky of a hopeless night, where stars hide their brilliance, two lost souls wander unknown paths, seeking their light in the abyss of silence, each unbearable day unfolds like a canvas of shadow and silence, time rolls on and the wheels of destiny crush dreams under their silent weight. Bones break under the burden of merciless...

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From the moment you stepped into my life, I felt the planets change their orbit, the ocean turned its waves like a song of the sea toward the shore of my soul, the sky painted rainbows as arcs of light for your arrival, and roses bloomed unexpectedly, carrying your scents like a secret of the gods. The world's butterflies...

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The air grows still, a nation's breath held deep, A Memorial Day promise, sacred to keep. For fallen soldiers, heroes of the past, Whose shadows linger, memories that last. In solemn hush, we bow our heads in thought, Of battles waged, and freedoms dearly fought. They gave their all, on fields of sweat and pain, A sacrifice...

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Deep within me, I feel inertia as a slow dance of stars trapped in their own light, A Higgs field enveloping my soul like a heavy cloak of particles and burdened dreams, This terrain of life keeps me from falling into the core of uncertainty, Preserving me from becoming ash, an echo of an existence passed through the...

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For my parents, I am the son who carries their prayers on his shoulders like wings of light, in a silent dance of stars gathering to build a universe worthy of their love. They say they're lucky to have me, but I'm just an echo of the love I was bathed in. For my younger brother, I am...

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