Tag: English poetry

The Untold

Her name was difficult

From a land he’s never seen

And her face was delicate

Unlike anything on T.V. screens

But her story was not a movie

It’s one that have never been told

And she keeps quiet

Hoping the story will get old

And no other will be created

With such cruelty and pain

Still he wonders how to pronounce her name

The Tree and Me

Not much difference between you and I

Branches bare

Extended to the sky

Feeling the leaves falling

Insanity calling

And our heads remain high

We’re not different, you and I

Our roots extended beyond our view

And we are judged by where we were planted

Not by what we do

We bare fruits that offend the palate of few

But oh they don’t know the healing that we can brew

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Your Awakening

You scream out and they forget why

You awake and start to cry

-Oh this earth, I longed to view

Oh this earth, has room for but a few

And I was chosen

And after the choice

I was frozen

For hearing my new voice

So let me scream a moment or two

For soon I’ll forget what I came to do

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Do you remember your purpose?

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