poems crafted recently
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Life brings about such irony
That only demons can fathom its cruelty
.
Only in this world does it happen
That ends of the same poles never touch
‘Tis utterly mishappen
Where hearts don’t matter much
.
It’s only here that a train travels
And arrives at no destination
Instead it goes in circles
Unsure of its final location
.
Dare us in such a land strive
Where emotions are made writings
A land ruled with strife
From hearts with diffferent pinings
.
Still thou should stand up and see
The light we failed to catch
For Lo it did not flee
The one you chose to match
.
Hope lies in the hearts of the hopeful
Everything in the world has symmetry
So in the darkness if doubtful
Hope and the light will find thee
.
.
"Nevermore"
Said his dark bird’s peom
"Nevermore" Poe said
.
And indeed nevermore
For that bleak December
The ghosts of embers
died not on the floor
.
Instead they blazed
like never before
Leaving a haze
beside the door
.
Telling us otherwise of lost Lenore
Lost not is Lenore
For there she dwells
In your bossom’s core
.
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- A few poems I crafted recently. I just wish I followed these advices more often, but sometimes, you can’t help but have a slump. Kind of like the one I’m having now.
