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 May 2018
Kristina Carmela
It seems as if poets
Have felt the most pain
But to be in euphoria
Is a celebrated gain
For when every time
A write is admired
A smile on a face
Defeats the sadness they hide

It seems as if poets
Have eaten pages of books
A dozen of dictionaries
And novels on nooks
I cannot explain this
But I believe so
That those words we have written
From where we don't know

It seems as if poets
Have hearts that beat rhyme
For it seems just too natural
To call it divine
For every scenario
A piece is inspired
Half a moment later
Pure greatness transpired
 Apr 2018
Pauline Morris
How
How do I communicate.....A poet here words aren't thrown
Love never said.....Just simply, beautifully shown
 Apr 2018
Pauline Morris
Walking continually in the rain of desperation
Drowning in the flood of my dire situation

Mired in my grief by the muddy suction
Shackled in barbed wire chains of my self destruction

Watching the Wind's of Change, bring life's next squall
Surrounding me, protecting me, is my wailing wall

As the Sand's of time unmercifully does it's eroding
Agonizing memories, the darkness keeps exposing

Thoughts start to spin, start to twist and contort
Demons there to greet me, in my mind they love to consort

Struggling with all my might, still doesn't help, I am stuck
Sinking, I'm getting enveloped by life's gooey muck

Slowly submerging in suicidal quicksand, seeking only peace
Depression sinks in it's sharp teeth, for death is release

©Pauline Russell
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