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Sandoval Jun 2017
I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval
Born Sep 2015
"Born"*
was created from lost hopes
dead dreams
unwritten tales
tough waves

"Born"
has magnitudes of words to be spoken
to be written
to be heard

"Borns"
profile is simple

If I told you my story*

You wouldn't be satisfied
You wouldn't understand it
you would seek more of it
and still beg me to stop narrating it
you won't bear the pains
but you will crave for the joys

"Born"
is most about reality, life
not much fiction
CA Guilfoyle Feb 2013
Today the sun was not found
only rain upon these meadows.
Thistle grew, poking through
black clouds of nightfall.
Dark wingless bird, shadow of stillness
in the quiet stars, so long ago forgiveness
and will it come, soon the dawn,
a day to breathe deeply lunged
or fly away these days born of green
ancient as a forest?
Mohamed Nasir Jul 28
A baby born but not a grudge he bares;
Whose blood so clean and pure like mountain spring,
Yet unblemished by scandals, love affairs,
And not a pinch of what sorrow could bring.
And deep in sleep too young to know of love
And ****, of crime was done because of shame.
Of shame of ****** moments that drove
To dump him cold ***** without a name.
He knows not now of being called outcast.
But hate would come and callous jibes would tear
His heart as he grows and knew his past.
Their wage of sin for decades he'll bear.
What Devine assignment on him seeing,
Like blissful saint in quiet contemplating.
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