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  • Poetry > All Poetry
    For so long I entreated others to give me the gift of love Not knowing that this feeling must come from within who I am. I refused the soul inside of me, feeling only a chasm of the deepest darkness. Futilely I believed in a blackened heart instead of one which is pure. My arms were tautly str...
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    The seasons come, the seasons go, From summer’s sweltering heat, To winter’s soft, yet sometimes harsh, snow, Never changing, always going to come, Observed not by all, but by some. Love is the same way as the seasons, always there, People getting hurt and tending to look upon l...
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    A fully grown tree starts to bloom, Underneath the watchful eye of the waning moon, The soft, radiant light gives refuge from night's darkness, Dimly illuminating the ancient sentinel's wintered carcass. Majestically the might tree stand above the rest, Yet upon its greening crest, A malady ...
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    Long ago, when I was nothing but a lad, Sweet and heroic dreams I had once had. Wishing to ride valiantly into warfare upon a noble steed, For the chance to carry out a famous deed. The toughest among my evil foes: the dragon, Who plundered and burned all the peasants and wagons, He cared not ...
  • Opinion > Love / Relationships
    The seeds of love are often sown into a bleeding heart, in which they should start to bloom into something beautiful, yet they still remain buried in a dormant state and show no sign of change. The time has not come yet for these seeds to nurture and develop into the beauty that they hold within. Do...
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    The rose, see how it stands alone Unwavering against a world full of hate Yet it has always known To follow along and not debate. Fresh morning dew dully glistens Here reason knows no bounds Obediently the world listens To the roses's silent sounds. Scars of love are always remembered i...

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