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Harry Will
@harrywill
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Writer. Avid reader| Lawyer|adventurer and traveler
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2017-08-06 06:13
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harrywill
poetry
9y
Enchanted
Jasmine, Bills of words, I shall spend Dutifully like a tither on you Scribbling my love On this white island Inking my affection On this paper. Venus caught by envy Wonders who the hell To oust her looks.
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harrywill
poetry
9y
Fate
Dusking on Friday evening I headed to the beach Where fate hopes to unite In a nuptial flight My crush and I Did she ever know she caused A war in my heart as it grew heavier With each step I took? Some
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harrywill
poetry
9y
Do Not Waver
Do not waver Like a butterfly Fluttering in the breeze Like a boat of indecisions Buffeted by the storms Do not waver Like a cowering weakling In the face of challenges Like a hoisted flag at sea Billowing
harrywill
untalented-adjustments
9y
Untalented: Amazing adjustments that have happened to my life since I found steemit @surpassinggoogle
I let my mind span spanlessly. I let my imagination soar limitlessly but I am still very much on earth; down-to-earth. Those words from @surpassinggoogle really touched a chord within me as I read through
harrywill
poetry
9y
Newness
Standing in this newness With a buoyant smile Well sculpted on my face, Do I not remember with nostalgia The yesteryear. I was a little Rose petal Standing in the midst of grasses Tears caressed my face
harrywill
poetry
9y
Hawks in Armchairs
You executed your death sentence When you sold your souls Into the ballot boxes In lieu of crispy mints and bags of rice Of numbered cooking. Mountains of dustbins greet You as your doors creak open Yet
harrywill
poetry
9y
Wasted
Standing before the river, Oshimi. Beneath the overcast sky Not quite the season of rains But the sky itself, Is as much gloomy. I look down in the water, and A long face with a vacant stare Stares back.
harrywill
poetry
9y
Otobo
It used to be a playground From days of yore. Now, a dispute settling arena Where blows are exchanged And curses rained at the setting sun Of failed dreams. Disgruntled men, market women, And of course,
harrywill
poetry
9y
Soulful
In this field of blooming rosebuds An acre of heart Flanking a beautiful soul Housed by perfumed petals Of cardiac muscles, Whence these little acts of love Surface. Infinitesimally trivial Yet monumentally
harrywill
poetry
9y
Brazen Expressions of Poverty
These faces, As forlorn as fish out of water What the hell nature's art has become An image of hardship and pain With wrinkles of misery Like gullies, Defacing their faces. Empty stomachs reflected In
harrywill
poetry
9y
Yuletide of a Fast Ebbing Year
...and when it is all over If it will ever be over. I shall gather my remains And leave without bargains This hurrying time and tide Could you slow down? This fast approaching Yuletide, Could you pause
harrywill
poetry
9y
Harmattan
The dawn of harmattan A season of blistered lips In this season, I hate to smile so wide. To avoid a tear of the lips Dry scathed lips Laughing itself, has become A dreadful act Suicidal in fact. In this
harrywill
steemit
9y
Welcome Back to Me
I missed everyone here. This community has been so nice and friendly. I got engaged with so many things. I had little or no time to share with you guys. But the good news is that. I'm back. To resume!
harrywill
poetry
9y
Hardships
I paced the corridors Trying to ascertain with my eyes What my overwhelmed nose had defined Was it not chicken frying? I have not eaten For a week and a night Prospects of doing so, so bleak I have an
harrywill
poetry
9y
Lost
The twilight sun busied itself Painting the receding sky warmly It was hard to tell which was which I groped my way out of the woods Scared and dispirited Deep in thoughts; another kind of a grove More
harrywill
poetry
9y
Sole mission
I have never been a big fan of letting go My poky mind shall harbour you Until my bones are rotten Thoughts of you struggle in my head Each one trying to get preeminence No longer sure if that is the only
harrywill
poetry
9y
In the Market
The November sun kissed violently On my head that afternoon I think the sun went nude Unclad and scorching Forced himself on me Penetrated my vest and Torched my fresh skin Decoloured a girl's face They
harrywill
poetry
9y
Labyrinths of Misery 2
Once visionary now a wishful thinker Life's storms buffet you around Every punch you threw at life She dodged and returned a knockout. High on the wall of your room Hangs that large graduation portrait
harrywill
poetry
9y
Weight of Misery
The inconsiderate old sun Hurried its way to the West Behind the hill to chime the bell Signaling the fast ebbing day. He grinned As he counted yet another loss. His tired brown coat billowed In the breeze
harrywill
poetry
9y
Pensive Lines 2
imagecredit I have known much sorrows And anxiety knows my biography I plop myself, heavily, on this sofa And take a tour Pensively through the memory lane Fate, where lies thy magic wand? Fate has planted
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