#trudge - Hello Poetry

An agony of a war Within the family, Twelve, we were born, the first not I am and, the first just I am A bigamy, sometimes is raw deal and, outrageous is always planting, on the farm yard of a family tree and it's branches, there is hatred between brethren of the same parental map, the youngish feel to count out the unyoung for no reason but, to take the rag coiled the head of the Kingdom, where all they lives and dwell, I am more than pliable and I am in the plight mode like I plight to someone throth having no wealth, my heart feet plod and trudge, they Positioned my life as plonker through all the ploy and manoeuvre seeded, downgraded own talent and light of my pen work, I will not be pride on myself but, so many did with the negation of my family, Everyone's hatred on some like me, so why? Because, I am bestowed not with laziness but a gift to learn and understand easily, and I Wasn't gifted with more wealth like mansa moussa

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Nov 15, 2020

Nov 15, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC

Safana

SADNESS

An agony of a war Within the family, Twelve, we were born, the first not I am and, the first just I am A bigamy, sometimes is raw deal and, outrageous is always planting, on the farm yard of a family tree and it's branches, there is hatred between brethren of the same parental map, the youngish feel to count out the unyoung for no reason but, to take the rag coiled the head of the Kingdom, where all they lives and dwell, I am more than pliable and I am in the plight mode like I plight to someone throth having no wealth, my heart feet plod and trudge, they Positioned my life as plonker through all the ploy and manoeuvre seeded, downgraded own talent and light of my pen work, I will not be pride on myself but, so many did with the negation of my family, Everyone's hatred on some like me, so why? Because, I am bestowed not with laziness but a gift to learn and understand easily, and I Wasn't gifted with more wealth like mansa moussa

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Buses are emptied unlike many minds at this time in the trudge to work beneath the canopy of buoyant barrage ballons. Another factory day ***** in the dark figures downcast with bad war news and routine ritual. But there is comfort to be had in the chorus of familiar talk.

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Aug 21, 2018

Aug 21, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC

tony-luxton

On Lowry's 'Going To Work'

Buses are emptied unlike many minds at this time in the trudge to work beneath the canopy of buoyant barrage ballons. Another factory day ***** in the dark figures downcast with bad war news and routine ritual. But there is comfort to be had in the chorus of familiar talk.

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Marching ahead Broken paths we trek Dare we try again? Onward, Homestead Let us trudge ahead And never bow our heads Even in death We’ll make it to the Homestead

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Jul 15, 2018

Jul 15, 2018 at 10:43 AM UTC

fennecampersand

Homestead

Marching ahead Broken paths we trek Dare we try again? Onward, Homestead Let us trudge ahead And never bow our heads Even in death We’ll make it to the Homestead

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trudging on the road of life can be sometime so hard and lonely. I am grateful I am not alone.

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Dec 20, 2016

Dec 20, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC

silas

Fellowship

trudging on the road of life can be sometime so hard and lonely. I am grateful I am not alone.

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Down to the deep south I trudge down through the snow with the pink, pink clouds scattering their effervescence over spangled, darkened farms and hay bales. Across early orange styles and frosted footprints, into fielded horizons.

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Aug 1, 2014

Aug 1, 2014 at 5:50 AM UTC

Misser

Hay bales

Down to the deep south I trudge down through the snow with the pink, pink clouds scattering their effervescence over spangled, darkened farms and hay bales. Across early orange styles and frosted footprints, into fielded horizons.

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sometimes my feet feel so heavy I want to give up, then someone walks from behind and I realize I am not walking this path alone. somehow, I feel a little bit lighter and filled with purpose in my step, and I catch up to the next guy and help him get up and walk the path together.

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Jul 21, 2014

Jul 21, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC

silas

trudging along the spiritual path

sometimes my feet feel so heavy I want to give up, then someone walks from behind and I realize I am not walking this path alone. somehow, I feel a little bit lighter and filled with purpose in my step, and I catch up to the next guy and help him get up and walk the path together.

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