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Times are getting hard, my woman,
money is getting scarce.
Will you give your hand, my woman
let us leave this place.
wave goodbye to Everyone,
Guess this is what it takes.

Will you hold my hand,
Tell me you wanna stay
Gonna leave this land today
cannot bear this flay
you would be my true love,
We can make anywhere home.
After going through a rough phase, the poet decides to leave the place to find a new start. He asks the love of his life to follow him to find a new place.
Delicacy8100 Oct 2023
Indigenous!
Belong, in place.
Eligible to be? (Unpaid)
Tracing comfort. (confronted)
Distribute all rawness.
Attribute all peace.
Abolish odd disturbances.
Against all odds, shadowing perspective.
Feeling at ease...ย ย Just ME! (Relieved)
Canvased in dirt immersed in blood. (Rituals)
Unleash the royal beast.
Reveal all - ME. (Lead)
Smudged, focused on the challenge.
Do you see?
ME?
Midlife crisis? I question my choices.
Flooded with time, my writing is hosting.
Flo Sep 2021
On a cloudy day
The autumn leafs are falling
Time to say goodbye
Hereโ€™s to new beginnings.
i used to hide from your pain
change myself for you
and i called it love
blindly following you
until you broke me

so i sat in my room eating icecream
when was the last time i was without you?
my heart is bruised, but its healing
cause i found people
that loved me through my problems
and they mended my tender heart

so that one day,
i can truly find love
and be reborn
Nigdaw Jul 2019
This year clothes me like an old coat
Worn at the elbows, with saggy shoulders
A smell that suggests more wears than washes,
***** tissues and receipts filling pockets
A tear in the lining from a drunken fall,
A tear of pain from an emotional fool
Wiped on a sleeve to preserve my masculinity.

I need to shed this year like a skin
As a spider, a lobster, a snake in the sun
To outgrow and move on from restrictive tissue,
Embrace the world as new again,
Fool myself on New Yearโ€™s Eve
I emerge like the butterfly from its cocoon
Reveal my flamboyant new wings,
To kid myself I am reborn.
you
you look like
the one who
left me behind,
but you smile
just a little wider
and my heart
already feels
a lot warmer.
Glenn Currier Apr 2019
Tomorrow makes its way into the history
of my heart โ€“ always a mystery to me
it is full of people, music, feeling, and strain
a morsel of ache and moments of drain
it has taken me
walked and run
from rising to setting sun
from shame to grace
from a lower to a higher place.

This old heart has filled me with tears
of sadness, joy, faith and fears
awe and anger, glorious heights
lowly dark and bruising disgust
love full of passion, pain, and trust.

Touched by victories over incredible odds
moved from darkness to cirrus gods
from squalls and brawls and angry shouting
snatched me from moments of demons and doubting.

Heart to beating heart in warm embraces
football in sandlots and youthful races
fearful greetings and tearful goodbyes
falling in love with her big brown eyes
heart to heart in evenings of sharing
from being apart to coupling and caring.

And so tomorrow I and my heart
go again for another new start
in the hands of healers
and angels from afar
whatever comes from this
if all is well or it goes amiss
I fear not whatever the course
for I have been - and will be - in the hands of the Source.
Thursday, 4-11-19, again I will go to the hospital where doctors will try to kick-start my heart back into rhythm.  In some ways it is routine for I have been there three times before, but it IS my heart so there's always a little concern about the outcome.  I usually get a bit emotional at these times so this poem is an attempt to take a piece of my heart and share it with you, my fellow poets who also follow their hearts.
Stephan Mar 2019
Dear demoiselle en dรฉtresse,
Iโ€™m sorry Iโ€™m not the prince charming you expected
Who would run after you as the clock hit midnight
Or fight my way through all perils to free you from your slumber with a kiss
Iโ€™m sorry Iโ€™m the one who would rather spend his evening in his room
Surrounded by books rather than waste the night away at a party
The one whoโ€™s idea of a perfect date is eating our way through a pizza
While talking about everything and nothing
Instead of a candlelight dinner making promises we both know we canโ€™t keep
The one who ***** with the jocks
Reads with the nerds
Hangs with the stoners
Says hi to the outcasts
The one who belongs everywhere and nowhere at the same time
The loner
The one who would love you for the color of yours eyes over what catches the eye
The one who would love the words coming out of your lips over the sway of your hips
The one who would ask you about your favorite book instead of the number followers you have
Iโ€™m sorry I am the guy who would trick the dragon instead of fighting it
Iโ€™m sorry I ainโ€™t the knight in shining armor
Iโ€™m just the guy telling him where to strike with his sword
And even if you look past that
Iโ€™m sorry I want a companion who would ride by my side
Not a trophy wife to hang and brag about
Iโ€™m sorry I always ***** my finger on the thorns of the roses
Which is why next time Iโ€™ll pray for a sunflower
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