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Fall into the night where my dreams can rule,
Came upon me a time of purity that's not cruel,
Don't wake me, or wrap me in familiar lies,
I long for that pure spark that never dies.

Release the hidden truth, let it flow deep,
Dripping memories as bygones weep,
Don’t give me hope, don’t give me a faith misled,
Nor Knowledge or power, give innocence instead.

Don’t give me temporal beauty, nor what’s divine,
Just give me simple truth, and I’ll be just fine.
In a awakened world where dreams can fade,
I’m shedding masks that I've portrayed.

Let me breathe easy, let me see now clear,
For youth of innocence is what holds me here.
Convey hearts like in infancy, piercing through the dark.
Come out among the gray ones with their tired remarks.

Chains link then shatter, releases all to be,
With innocence unbound, our spirit can see.
About going to the time in youth of no worries or cares
Alexis Oct 2024
Forget me not when we were but two buds basking in the warmth of sun's rays
Forget me not when we were curious critters seeking endless adventures
Forget me not when we were bravely sailing through life's tides
Forget me not when we were embracing tightly in the face of hardships
Forget me not when we were two withered flowers reminiscing the bloom of youth
Forget me not when we were no longer bound but two stars illuminating the endless sky
Forget me not for I shall never forget you
A poem I wrote for a friend a while ago
Ariannah Oct 2024
A promise ,
One that shattered my trust.
A promise,
That surely won't last.

A promise, one, at last
For I'm sorry I keep living in the past,
But I saw a light, far far away
Now I hope it's worth the wait,
Until I dig myself from the grave,
I fell into, drowned in pain.

I broke my trust,
I knew for sure.
Thought I tried to give my best,
My life was only headed west.

It won't last,
I'll never reach the end.
For the treasure is nowhere I can see,
I'll give away my life for free.

It won't last,
A promise.
It shattered my trust,
A promise.
A May 2024
interwoven hands,
they walk side by side
along the lane of sand.
beyond the retreating waves,
everything else is hushed;
the sense of isolation, of
being away from the hour’s rush
makes for a breathing space.
“the whole world is waiting for us,” she says.
“let them,” is his response.
“the world belongs to us.”
and it did.
leading a singular life was nice while it lasted; this plurality has promise…
Jeremy Betts Jan 2024
Good times are so few and far between
Hardly seen
Never lasting
If I never find another, what do you think that could mean?
Blink and you'll miss 'em
So I remove the eyelids, see, I can listen
And I don't sleep for a reason
I hear that's deaths cousin...
...it's not the weirdest thing to believe in

©2024
George Krokos Nov 2023
When criminal activity at a place doesn't cease
all the people will never enjoy any lasting peace.
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From 'Simple Observations' ongoing writings since the early 90's.
A money system that’s built to last
Breeds long-term insights to our views
And money that inflates quite fast
Breeds short-term actions as we choose

A money system stable and sound
Gives us decades to work and build
Nurture each other - nurture the ground
As dreams and lives become fulfilled

Lasting families, lasting goals
Lasting buildings, lasting states
A lasting vision for our souls
Knowing that our wealth awaits

An unsound money kills our dreams
As every system falls apart
Hopes are torn up by the seams
And all are shaken - losing heart

The “fiat standard” rings unsound
Backed by nothing - quite unjust
A better standard we have found
The Bitcoin Standard - we can trust
This is Bitcoin Poem 006 at BitcoinPoems.pro and you can see it displayed on a background when you (copy and paste the link below).
https://www.bitcoinpoems.pro/delivery006TheBitcoinStandard.html
Thomas Steyer Jul 2021
There is a house in Newport Green
They call it the sturdy one
It withstood all kinds of stormy weather
Ever since time had begun

If you're wondering why it's still there
Even though it moans and groans
Never mind smart wood construction
It lasted thanks to good bones
Unpolished Ink May 2021
Lament the tall sweet meadow grass
where wind no longer blows
lament the lark that’s taken wing
and left us only crows
but you and I endure my love
through rain and wind and sun
for only time can part the ways
when two hearts beat as one
I have been inspired by a play to try old fashioned love poetry
Andrew Layman Jul 2020
Such angry hunger pains
how the world quivers and shakes,
while men and women
fresh from their work,
whisper the toll it takes;
as clay forms lay listening
glistening, and salted in their beds.

However, not an alarm is raised
not a single head turns
we are safe, comes the lie
we are secure, comes the swallowed pill.

As we close our eyes
and prepare for borrowed sleep
I think with great dismay:
oh, what a difference,
does indifference make for us sheep.
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