Tag: poetry
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Women’s Day Poem
A WOMAN IS A VESSEL FILLED WITH HONOUR To be compassionate in this life that we are you need to have paid the unfortunate price of tasting and experiencing the kind of pain or suffering that another person must have been through. But the good thing is that women in general are naturally more compassionate.…
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On My Own Terms
On My Own Terms My consent not sought at creationI was created a womanHe thought me beautiful,He thought me capableHe blessed me with the gift of creation.That which you now make a curseBut I’m choosing nowI choose to be a woman on my own termsNot meant for the kitchen and your bedNot meant to just…
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Poems of a Jamaican Girl.
I can leave you I swear With Scalpel to my soul The difference between us and you Leaves me as a whole So Mask to face And Fragrant Sevo I’ll go under Four , three, two… Wether I wake Or kiss turns blue I’ll recover Free from you By Praiziz
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Where are you?
WHERE ARE YOU? In real life, everyone is social. loves going out, has a lot of friends, Can’t stop talking, Cool Fashionable. then you go online and read blogs. Suddenly everyone is shy, Quiet Introverted, nerdy, loves reading Where are those people in real life? #New Voice
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Subconscious
An Alarm clock that could never be stopped It goes off every few minutes So loud, So disturbing, Creating a cacophony of ugly sounds. Get a hammer. Use it to smash the clock, but nothing can break it; Its too strong, …
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Poemspeak
Haunted “How silly you are. Do you think that knowing the truth will help you get closure? Do you think that you will learn a valuable lesson and move in with your life? Oh dear no. Somethings are better left as a mystery piece. I warned you, remember? I kept locking all those secrets away…
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Poemspeak
it’s so frustrating when i ask a question and receive the answer to a completely different question. be precise. What colour is it? Colours are interesting; some are dull. some are bright. but what colour is it? colours bring life to the canvas BUT WHAT COLOUR IS IT? I love colours sigh. By The New…
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Poem Speak
You are the wounded cat walked with pains in the heartbeat of a lion You are truly a strong misty cologne Burning your love in spicy humane care. For you, see- my heart pray with a rhythm of Faith stronger than Rocks. Oh! I know not If peace will find my soul If I and…
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