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2017-12-19 08:54
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Wallet
oniaderonke
poetry
8y
Fell and broken
In her room she kept many books Well arranged line by line Locked the door so nobody could look She enjoyed most only her private time She thought of tales that she can tell Then heard a naughty sounds
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christian-trail
8y
The plan of God
The plan of God for you is to go and possess mountains. Many are afraid of tomorrow because they are ignorant of God's plan for their lives. God is not a man that can decieve. Do not let fear take away
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oniaderonke
love
8y
LOVE takes sacrifice
Have you ever thought in yourself that you are loved or you yourself love some? Love is more than just ordinary four letter word LOVE The passion must to grow, you must be able to breathe the person and
oniaderonke
esteem
8y
Calmness
To find the currents of settle Keep constant with calm Never letting it bomb Nor boil its kettle The dry winds of dying Force desperate crying I can’t do this all alone It’s breaking my heart I’m falling
oniaderonke
poem
8y
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Fear's Compassion
Fear’s a discernment of threat That hasn’t arrived just yet Anticipation isn’t fact So we don’t need to react Shock-merging with the messenger Of panic’s fear-predicted future-acts Scared is here, so what’s
oniaderonke
poem
8y
Controlled feelings
Where fear is met with welcome Mistake greeted as a faltering child Where need, frightened by wanting Craves desperately not to be reviled But patiently feted, soothed and smiled The poetry of giving is
oniaderonke
twbwritingcontest
8y
A night that lasted a generation
It was the first day of the month, As Tinu and her friend run around looking at the moon shinning bright Because the night has invited the moon. Suddenly they heard the sound of terrified hen They were
oniaderonke
poem
8y
Dusky Head
A lark bursts to sudden sweet singing-- That tuft of brown grass is his home-- And now, a brown speck, he is rising Against the clear windy sky-dome; And he sings--how I know? Love instructs me To know
oniaderonke
poem
8y
Surviving
To survive endless hopeless I must learn to thrive upon trusting me To find that particular kind of shelf Where I put myself in the wild melee Of fear’s sudden embrace of disaster’s face Safety-containment
oniaderonke
poem
8y
Life is vanity
credit Safety vanishes Confidence ditches Mind panics Will withers Heart hollows Terror hovers Esteem dies I’ve stopped trying To keep from dying Apart from God Everything is just vanity
oniaderonke
poetry
8y
Trying Indecision
Wanting usually suffers taunting If it appears too dauntingly pleading Needing more than what’s given Which most find brazenly driven Flaunting greed as if it were need The dry winds of dying Force desperate
oniaderonke
poetry
8y
Endless Effort
Shame is the ordinary name Given to making ‘too much’ claim Upon the shared social game Drowning what needs to shout Leaving only fear’s draining doubt In the vacuum left, fear sucks dry The vulnerable
oniaderonke
poem
8y
Falling Apart
Hollow hurriedly harries will To bury the terror of emptiness Before it devours too many hours Of making simultaneous decisions Racing furiously to arrange revisions When you’re just five years old Hoping
oniaderonke
poem
8y
Bad Habit (Greediness)
What if I can’t stop grieving For no one ever believing That the mess that’s me Deserves occasional reprieving Suspicion becomes tradition Devoid of safety’s clout Making everything howl What’s all the
oniaderonke
poem
8y
Adversity melts in the joy of laughter
Two incompatibles tethered to the same joint Imitating play’s complexity of points Where cream and crime can chime together Making enemies temporary brethren Conflict passes through time’s truth Stripping
oniaderonke
poem
8y
My Dream
When the night comes Got no choice but to rest my head The dream will start like watching movies Even if I open my eyes I will continue when I sleep again. image source I’m surrounded by need Unable to
oniaderonke
poem
8y
Happiness is self decision
It rained all last night Leaving puddles to avoid And fed the flowers Your ruby red lips When pressed up against my own Leave me wanting more But one of the proves To show your wiseness is to be Happy
oniaderonke
life
8y
WHAT WE’VE ALWAYS FELT
I THINK THERE ARE SOME OF US AND I KNOW YOU ARE ONE OF US WE HAVE BEEN SERCHING OUR ENTIRE LIVES LIKE WE ARE EXPECTING SOMETHING AT ANY MOMENT TO STUMBLE STUMBLE UPON SOMETHING GREAT MAGIC PERHAPS I THINK
oniaderonke
esteem
8y
Running On Empty
The entropy of beginning Makes imagination rot Pestering vision with boredom’s plot Filling dreams with spent shots Of squatted ingots of trying When doing either is, or is dying. image credit
oniaderonke
poetry
8y
Worrying
Making believe turned into grieve Forcing abandonment of hunger for fit Leaving it sucking on a stiff wooden tit Trying desperately to conform To what can’t ever be warmed As if pretending adorned with
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