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Amapola White Poem
London Bridge is falling down
for the sins of London's sons
Silver spoons that choose to fight
should never have the right of our heads bowed
Silence is for the people that never had a choice
Flowers are for the ones who had no weapons but a voice
Freedom is such a tired word
and in privileged hands it becomes numb
You can easily fight for freedom without violence or a gun
So London Bridge will continue to fall
until London's sons stop acting blameless
Maybe one day they'll have the guts to ask for some forgiveness
Until then the fire of blame will continue to spread becoming more contagious
and hatred won't die, while men continue to lie,
instead of loving their enemies and their neighbours
Copyright © Amapola White | Year Posted 2017
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Amapola White Poem
The sheep all feast on milk and honey
it's empty and it's meaningless but it's packaged up just right
Words of legends go ignored
in the shadow of this fraud
while the flock will head toward what they've been told to
Today everything seems watered down
the fakes have climbed the tree
it's all about who wears the crown
and runs from dignity
It seems the further back I go
the more treasure I find
treasure for the soul
treasure for the mind
Copyright © Amapola White | Year Posted 2017
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It's just a mini breakdown, nothing that a shot of whisky won't fix
a scratch
a nick
a heavy pail
and nothing helped
it's just a cry for help now
nothing that a pill or rest can't mend
so tired
so low
get back on the horse again
Oh Lord i'm such a failure
I've let my loved ones down
this cloud over my heart bursts
how do I get up out of bed today
There's nothing left to lift
I feel numb, can't even feel your kiss
I really need someway out of this
someone please help me
Copyright © Amapola White | Year Posted 2018
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The world has settled down and switched off its light
it has closed its eyes to rest its head
My brain has decided something else is in store for me
as I climb into my bed
Tonight my demons hold me
they surround me and control me
each one could tell a story
of things i'd prefer remain unread
I'm petrified, I'm terrified
of what? I don't know
It presses and crawls over me
I shiver and shake out of control
Hugging my knees in the dark
fingernails gripped into my skin
I can't shut down and time flies
The world wakes from a sleep, I didn't join in
Is everything bigger?
I'm smaller for sure
My minds screams, my heart races
I tremble some more
Someone turn me off
Turn me back on again,
maybe when I have control
My soul doesn't want to live inside this body anymore
I cry and my face turns a boiling blood red
Can someone extinguish these thoughts
burning all through my head?
All of this and I haven't even gotten out of my bed
Copyright © Amapola White | Year Posted 2018
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I feel empty and I don't want to accept the vanishing voices of my youth
I feel regret and I apologize that maybe I didn't listen to Tomorrow like I listened to I can't be with you
the daffodils wilt
does anyone care?
now we have left it too late to say we liked to see you standing there
I miss you
I never knew you
I feel the same
does anyone care?
Copyright © Amapola White | Year Posted 2018
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I can't think of a slower, more drawn out death than this empty 9 to 5
the rain, train, bus, traffic jam
am I supposed to feel defeated before I even arrive?
The soulless ungrateful grey bodies that tell me what to do
the beautiful faces I miss while i'm away from home
the small joy when it's over for another day, only to slug back home again
I forgot how to even dream anymore
I don't remember what I wanted anyway
Let's do it all again
smile and do it over and over
again
Copyright © Amapola White | Year Posted 2018
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I tip-toed onto the grass a meek little lamb to be fattened up by the farmer,
I shall leave the field a strutting lion with the farmer in my stomach
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I am the last resort, afterthought
when all the pretty ones have turned you down
I am the one who falls back and takes it
my crown an ignored frown
I am the one who opens up until you're done
I am the voice unheard
I ask no questions, I just agree
I get what I deserve
Copyright © Amapola White | Year Posted 2019
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Amapola White Poem
I am still here you walked past me Sunday
a disguise of rags, alcohol and smokey haze
I could see the sadness burn your eyes in the cold
I'll keep coming back and I'll watch you grow old
I've visited several times since that day
Inside that strangers laugh greeting your playful way
There is nothing more crushing than babies with wings
but please listen close, through the hill's silence I sing
Stop feeling guilty when you smile, when you laugh
It's OK to move on, you can't always look back
Through moons of Mars together we breathe
Live your life to the fullest
I'll be there when you leave
Copyright © Amapola White | Year Posted 2018
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April took the best of everything
anesthetic corpses, love killed love
Bruised all over before it fell from the tree
buried again, body untasted but the seeds are everlasting
The only way to unlock the cage, to be covered in dirt
to sleep
to escape
Fingerless gloves hiding protruding
tired veins
In the uncomfortable heat
brother, you got me wrong
yet I paid that debt somehow
Copyright © Amapola White | Year Posted 2019
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