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Sophie Nguyen Poem
A night slipped away,
one wept to sleep, one had bunches to dream.
A couple of lines the poet wrote,
nothing that the muse saw.
Three simple words kept the lovelorn up,
four texts sent for a clueless hope.
If love has numbed five senses,
then the sixth one will be gifted.
The seven deadly sins, hunger for love could be all.
The ninth day of forlornness ate the soul up,
isn’t it already a punishment?
Perhaps the love in October was forever a torment.
Copyright © Sophie Nguyen | Year Posted 2023
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Sophie Nguyen Poem
I have a twin
we were born in November
no one could see her,
since she has hidden from their sights
under my body and mind.
Come and go,
when all the vowers of staying disappeared,
my tears shedded- she’s still here;
strong as she was, I knew
her grief evermore outgrew.
So young we were,
I could call nothing mine, but her (my twin).
She taught me to shelter in reads
she taught me no cry for bleed
she taught me to be a lying narcissist.
Bad or good, things she did
forsaken or unforgiven; accomplice
I can’t get rid of it, cause
for good I’m her twin, and
she’s my soul.
Copyright © Sophie Nguyen | Year Posted 2024
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Sophie Nguyen Poem
This 30th of November,
I can be dragged down by
men
that I loved. And they feel no guilty
I’m caged in maturity.
A little girl tugs my fuchsia leg-split
“Tear it or tear down”.
Fear
of getting lost
Neverland
with a waggish Peter Pan
makes promises and never brings
or the world’s much like flame
in sin where men are hell king.
Copyright © Sophie Nguyen | Year Posted 2024
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