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This is a poem about how someone feels when they have found a group of people they can trust. A group of people whom they can rely upon, and never let go. A group of people who will be happy for them, and make them feel safe. CAMPFIRE The fire lit up everyone’s faces as…
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I remember you giving meA tiny shred of your lifeAnd making me promiseI would keep it safeAnd never let it get lost in the wind You packed everything you owned And set out to ‘explore’Leaving me behindWithout any hint of your intentionsExcept for the crude note you left I should have knownThat you never kept…
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The Magician hides his secrets Refusing requestsNot heeding constant pleasTurning his back upon his audienceWho wish to know how he had warped reality The final bow on stageIs greeted by the silence of being spellboundAnd a thundering applauseBut the Magician is ushered awayAnd he disappearsBefore the crowd gets any idea of where he vanishedLest they…
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I looked around myselfBut it was as if I was blindedBy a supreme forceWho had stolen all my sensesAnd left me with emptiness to ponder upon My mind was falling apartI cradled the last few pieces leftIn the puzzle of my brain I tried to sew myself togetherWith used thread and a blunt needleIn an…
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We start everyday holding on. We hold on to our loved ones to make sure they don’t leave. We hold on to the world to make sure we don’t miss it. We hold on to ourselves so we don’t fall. We juggle our tasks and go on to the next puzzle of life. Sometimes our…
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I saw a petal drift down to the groundI bent and picked it upIt was tiny, almost insignificantIt wasn’t as fancy Or as colouredAs the flower who birthed it It had fallenAnd I had pityingly picked it upNot heeding the factThat it needed to be mendedAfter falling It had lost all radianceIt didn’t bloomIt sat…
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Flints are struck In hope of warmth Hands are worn outAnd blackened by dirt Cold winds are welcomedBut the door to our hearts remains shutWe pray for the last timeAnd give it another shot Flints are thrown away in frustrationDusk is greetedClothes are adopted as blanketsBut the wind doesn’t heed fear We tear out our…
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Over the mountains, and away, sometimes we see a storm approaching. We stock up on joy, happiness and candles in case the light goes out. We pray the grey clouds leave us alone, and yearn for sunshine. We hold hands and hope for the best. Sometimes, the storm decides to come our way. We push…
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I thought that I could climb a mountainThat I could overcome everythingThat I would reach my summitAnd look out at the worldBeaming and gushingAnd happy I thought I could do anythingSo I triedI took the chanceI stood and ignored the rocks that I stumbled upon I did not heed the avalanche of bouldersThat greeted me…
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Will we ever look back And regret life And cry at the past Or will we be forgotten Will love be a fable Told excitingly around a fire Will we be remembered Will someone tell our story? Will we pass life As merely a spectator And not be big enough To be the asteroid that…
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