Category: Poems
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Oppression
Barricades are MAN-MADE, Break them down for the oppressed. The ones that are hurt, that cry. Humanity needs to be restored. PR
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My Sweet Muse
Feelings of love, Warm the brisk air surrounding. Our fathomless love, compares to nothing my darling Patterns emerge, I found my sweet muse. Love alone lends loyalty, like the moon to the stars. PR
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Contortionists
Grayscale, iridescent retina… So tainted, so polluted. By the world succumbed by phony idealists – What is even real? Contortionist plastered – In every aspect you see. My greatest wish is to one day… See only beauty in me. PR
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The circuit is your link.
If life spins in a ring, The circuit is your link: To euphoria, to jubilation… Content is your peace of mind. Love bounds upon you, In the most cryptic form. Stay faithful to your own, And true love will pursue, for sure. PR
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Evermore
Felicity at plenty, Incandescent in beauty. Love is elation, In a classical form. A lullaby so graceful, A sapphire so rich, Crystalline in nature… Harmonised at a perfect pitch. Evermore. PR
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Imagine
When I surrender to your eyes… My heart turns to daffodils, And my head turns to waves. When I imagine, I can only think of you. PR
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Loving
When the bitter personifies Everything around you, Stay quiet and listen carefully… To the embers of your heart. For light will eventually Manifest in your mind. Life is faint and needs relishing. PR
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Winter World
The winter world expires, As the cold clutches us all. You will hear the silver bell, Extending Christmas ever- more. PR
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Right now
I don’t think anyone can… Fathom my content. Benevolence consuming My every reflection. Mixed with orange – The air is lighter. Autumnal breaths, Linger on my neck. Right now. PR
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Unpredictable Books
If people were like books… I would be able to forecast. Thousands of qualms, Echoing through my mind. But, butterflies can be wasps, And books are merely words. A shady mist harbours in my mind, A collective of strange speculations. PR