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 Feb 2020
Poetic T
He was the brave,
              the martyr of the people.
Dying for what he believed in.

                                         The truth,
for every touch was a continuum
of what was spread upon others.

He told the world, was subjugated
        to a whistle that was silenced
before he could tune out a hum...

But he told the many,
                       of the few
that  have now become more.

That  just a whistle,
                            became a voice,
now that has  fall like a tree in
a forest of many but people
see them fall and fear they
could be  the next to be no more.

But his whistle has become a shout,
            and the people demand

honour for a man of life that died
               because he worked on those
suffering and now he had fallen.

He will be remembered as the one
             who cried out and saved
                      many before he timed out..
The doctor that told the world of the new virus and what is virility was, rest in peace, savour of the sick, you have fallen but will be remembered
 Feb 2020
Poetic T
The Christmas tree is vacant of what
make it jolly, bauballs  hang in remanence
                      with tarnished broken gleam.
Disused needles litter the floor,
  careful where you tread take care.  

The cat hangs loosely paper thin flesh
             gaunt from the crimson tinsel
throttled around its physique...

The Turkey on the table a corpse of
                            happier times..

Now a prison of destitute flesh
   like paper unwrote upon..
              But it says everything.

Presents litter the floor wrapped in
regrets.. all open, only the bones of
                   lost promises lay at the bottom.

Christmas time is only 364 days away,
   And this will all be here,

so will we,
                                 no one has found us yet..
 Feb 2020
Poetic T
Each step is an inevitable
              one to our last.

So make sure you walk slowly,
              you don't want to rush

the inevitable.

Even take a few steps
           back sometimes

you'll see more the

                             second time ...
 Feb 2020
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
i love to watch the robin in the early spring
sitting on the fence as he begins to sing
his lovely spring time song. melts my heart away
singing it for me on a lovely springtime day

such a lovely song with a lovely melody
sat there on the fence singing it to me
makes me feel so happy as he sings his song
fills my heart with joy as i sing along
 Jan 2020
Born
This emotional gabbage you people keep posting is draining me of all senses, am not complaining its your life. But seriously, silence is Gold. Life is simple, If they want you in their life they will be in your life.

Blaming everyone and seeking sympathy from God is as sad as your life can be, don't get me wrong, worship and seek guidance and clarity.
Align yourself with people who give a ****, we are all ****** up, trying to live while dragging our coffins with us. Yes! Death is real and we are all mortals,let that sink in.


Most importantly switch off your phone for once and connect with real people, not virtual reality. Am just a megabyte and  you are a kilobyte away, and not everyone cares, such is life

Signed without notoriety
 Jan 2020
Lyn-Purcell
My                                              
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
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                  With
                   bright wings
                     G L I T T E R I N G
                     with love, life and
                     hope
                    ♡
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           o
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                 ♡
                         p
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                             a
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                 e
                     ♡

As                    
I grow,                
S H E  R E M A I N S              
youthful, timid,              
safe                
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                                        She
                   ­                     spent days
                                          JUST  CRYING
     ­                                     feeling so lost
                                          Hurt
             ­                             ♡
                                  ­        I
                                               '
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                                                      ♡
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                    ­                              y
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                                           ­                             The
                                ­                                         summer
                                                          ­                OF HER HEART
                                                           ­                  became winter
                                                          ­                bleak
                                           ­                            ♡
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                                                               ­   l
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                                                                ­                   ♡

                        But
                       with time
                          SHE MANAGED
                        to pick herself
                       up
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                 ♡

With                        
the help                        
O F  O T H E R                        
fellow Kings and                        
Queens                      
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                   You                                                              ­    
all have                                              
A D D E D   TO                                            
my heart's inner                                              
flame        ­                                        
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       Winds                                                            ­              
blow, wings                                                            ­      
NOW FLUTTER                                                          ­        
I'm ready to                                                               ­   
fly                                                              ­  
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I'm back!
So sorry everyone, the last few weeks have been... a strain on me.
I am still doing my media course and all, but mentally and emotionally,
I was slipping down into a dark place. My sleeping patterns have been messed up, my nerves have been completely out of control, my self-doubt, anxiety and depression drained me so much that I found it really hard to write, so I needed time to gather myself. It was so hard for me to pick up a pen. To do anything. My smiles were hollow and I just felt so lost.

I just wanted to apologise, I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm truly touched by the out-pour of support for me. I got so many messages asking if I was alright. I can't express how much that warmed my heart. I'm so used to people being angry at me for my silence that it usually scares me to come back. By nature, with everything I've experienced, it's made me more and more of an isolationist. To all of those people, truly, thank you so so much for staying and just being kind to me...
Really. Thank you T-T
And thank you to all my followers, old and new.
245 followers... I can't even... T-T
I'm sorry if I sound like a broken record but thank you.
I'm back now, and I'm feeling better.
It's easier to hold my pen so I will resume spilling my ink.

I'll continue the Masked Bard on Thursday, I'm free the whole day.
I have no idea of my schedule the coming week.
Again, I appreciate everyone one of you.
Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.
Thank you for staying with someone like me.
With much love,
Lyn ***
 Jan 2020
Born
Am a human, left alone to drown
stuck here, and all I remember is that you don't care
It's crazy how I remember you, like a fine nightmare
Like a story stitched, while hopelessly being held onto

Am a poem, scattered, but still breathing,
dying to be remembered while still living
Living in this drudgery times
Where reasons and lunacy seem
to hold the foundation of a desperate fate

Am a poet, drained and maligned
beaten and my hands broken
they said, go hang yourself
and the malice freely poured,
and a broken soul caved into,
the mighty brute
and I promise
Promised never to paint their existence
and with every stroke they were forgotten

Reduced to nothing but a speck
we tried
With every syllable
we tried
With every hand  written poem, slowly drifting to oblivion
We tried
 Jan 2020
Born
Struggles that know no bound
Gave this soul a peek
at a daring reality
a vitriolic beauty
sometimes forgotten
by many
 Dec 2019
sarah shahzad
short poem about life
Slug – Free Verse Poem

That slippery slime,

That crawls out of damp places,

In the sorrowful night,

It wishes to find a home,

A home of vegetables is like a dream,

If it was a dream like no wonder any slug likes one,

When they crawl out in the day light,

In the garden full of vegetables,

Their dream becomes one.
poemtheart.com
(Sarah Shahzad, November 2019)
source: https://poemtheart.com  Most of us dream of living a perfect life but that is impossible. every stage of life has different challanges and we spend most if our lives to attempt these challanges.

Once that slug finds a dream place to live, it gets more predators and ultimately that dreamy life is very short.
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