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 Mar 2021 Samantha
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
I sent love
And
Received PAIN.....!πŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’”
Tired so tired just wanna die why am I even alive rn I just don't wanna live anymore caz it's such a burden everything and myself is a burden tooπŸ’”πŸ’”πŸ’”
She's so beautiful
And she's so sweet
She takes my breath
Away every day and she's
Forever in heart to stay.
Lover's πŸ˜˜β€οΈπŸ’–πŸ˜‡πŸ’‹
 Dec 2020 Samantha
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 Dec 2020 Samantha
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but no one once,
had what they lacked,
and for me,
that was love.
rainbows and flowers,
peace, love and light
illusion more dreamy,
ignoring my blight,
soul, white and creamy
lyrics so sweet,
didn't sit well,
with the ironed and neat,
now truth, clear as a bell,
not in heaven, or hell,
biggest clown fooled,
so easily caught,
looking for love, found nothing, naught,
here all alone , in a land with no sun,
with my bat aura frown,
carrying a ton,
smirking men,
nudge and wink,
their women sneer,
projecting stink,
don't know, what they know,
of my karma and fate,
know they heard lies,
incel, imbued hate,
I keep going,
because deep down, I know,
love told me the future,
is bright in its glow,
I now know the reason,
this happened to me,
my waters were choppy,
so stormy my sea.
Now penance, and rosaries,
feet rooted in ground,
still water runs deeper,
serenity found.
have no fear
if they want to **** me it would be a relief
they took everything precious , robbers and thief
 May 2020 Samantha
Maggie Sorbie
As the sun rose in the east

The heron opened his wings

curled as he flew

over the Oblique and the trees

which were in full bloom

until it was out

of sight
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