Tag: poem
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Focus on now
Focus on nowForget tomorrowYou have enough to eat todayIt’s enoughLet not an unborn tomorrowSap the joy out of your todayEven if all your resources are finishedYou have YouAnd that’s enoughBefore steel is molded into something newHeat must make it softFire must humble itBut in its humbled stateIts new form is birthedA new image emergesAnd if…
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It will take time
What is strengthIf one has never known weakness?What is freedomTo one who has never being oppressed?What is loyaltyTo one who has never been let down?What is unityWithout trying timesThat force people to collaborate?How good is a bondThat has never been tested?All these, lessons time teaches. SplendidThe things found in time’s houseIn time’s yardStrength, blossoming in…
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Some days
Some days I have nothing to saySome days I have no strengthTo push onSome days I’m confusedSome days I feel left behindSo many of my friendsSeem far aheadSome days I find so many things around meAnnoyingSome days I wonderIf I can make itTill the endSome days I have a line-upOf exciting thingsTo look forward toSome…
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I ask myself
Sometimes I ask myselfIf the standards I setAre not too highWhy the troubleWaking earlyWorking hardTo get every agendaFor the day ticked? Why?When rivers are flowingNature is singingFriends are partyingAnd the world seems to be dancingAm I the odd one in the picture?I thoughtI reflectedAnd I realized what I missedBalanceWithout which the planetsFall apart
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Travel
TravelAnd marvelAt strange placesFull of people, pacingTracing their histories in nationsTheir great ancestors were once taken SeeAnd meetStories that hookYou to your seatMove you to unlearn truthsYou once held to your doom TravelAnd unravelWonders across bordersThat many never botherTo search, seek, dig, discoverMemories worth the sense of otherness
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Players know
Players knowThat out of every hundred shots takenAt least onehits the targetTo playersRejections are normalAnd losingIs nothing personalThey understandThat it’s part of the game
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Rebuild
I see themStudyingFor hours by a lanternLate into the nightMosquitoes hovering over their headsLike some angelic choirSinging lullabiesFor children determined To stay awake After the long toilAnd hard climbUp the educational ladderBehold their shining trophyOf unemployment And disillusionsAnd the constant strivingTo no progress Ah, the system But you and ICan recreate the systemThat inspires hardwork…
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Drowsy fantasies
The world is harshLife is toughIn the heat of the hustleThere’s always that longingFor some form of escapeFrom harsh realitiesI turn to musicMusic turns meTo my imaginationsAnd my imaginationsTurn me to myselfI reach deep insideAnd awaken drowsy fantasiesForetelling possibilitiesThat can grow into realitiesGiven the proper nurture
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Moving poetry
Sometimes I sit beforeA blank sheet, wonderingWhat to put downPerhaps emptiness tooIs poetryAnd a blank mindA powerful proseBut how many would seeThe beautyIf I left the pages blankI fearMy script might be misinterpretedAnd I myself, misunderstoodBut I am determined to paintMy thoughtsHowever darkHowever brightMy hands shall always beIn motionFor such motion createsMoving poetry
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Negative Vibes
I hear a knockI think it’s EnockI smell troubleI see him mumbleI touch my doorknobHesitating, as my heart throbsI feel negative vibesI know something is not right
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