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Today is the fourteenth anniversary of the best thing I ever did. Marrying Ren. Fourteen wonderful years. This is one of the poems I wrote when we were engaged. Today becomes tonight and then tomorrow.

Source I'm a raining sun of burning waters A scorching wind of cold air A honest man that's cutting corners Full of myself, but hungrily feeling bare Frolicking, to and fro, licking Beads of dirty water,

Musikalisasi Puisi [musicalization of poetry] Last night we watched the ** ** Parade Musical Parade ** in Taman Ismail Marzuki (TIM), Cikini, Menteng, Central Jakarta, Friday, February 23, 2018. Tadi malam

I'm not sorry for putting you in my poems there are still words I haven't said the only thing I won't forgive myself is the fact that I haven't said all of them when you become an inspiration you can't

My First Steemit Contest and First Poem I have written in AGES!! For @terrycraft's #SteemitPoetryContest #13 (If i'm not too late!!!) Witches Coven Round about the cauldron go, Three blind witches head

Baby! Let Me Love You Won't you let me hold your hand, & lift it as the foam on waves? Won't you let me peer into the eyes that sparkle on ur face? Like creepers on a bough won't you let our fingers

A lonely heart is filled with indicision Tormented by the truth of its vision And the torture of isolation Striving to confess the pains of rejection. It's pain grow sharp That it no longer plays harp

This entry is my original poetry and introduction dedicated to my the memory of my mom on behalf of myself and siblings of: WE STAND ALONE ALL TOGETHER Dedicated in Memory for Our Mom By Dominique De Vies

A Rohingya's New Year I left my house I leave my village I left my family I flee from my country. They burned our house, also our village Go back to 'Arakan', they made it garbage. They tear apart the

My entry for #steemitPoetryContest which was initiated by @terrycraft . I am grateful for the opportunity . image source I think I am a dog, I scratch out a solution at the emergence of your every need,

There is no sense, no possible reason that an omniscient presence would be unable to see dirt shoveled over the young by the hands that raised the body being buried If there is some being omnipresent and

Emptiness Emptiness could be a cup – With no liquid within Maybe a brother or sister – Who misses their twin A wallet with no money – Or a pasture with no sheep Or a chicken coop – Where you can’t hear

staring at their faces all I see Traces of misery and tragedy Look at nations throughout history Paid with blood to be free Oh,rivers of blood Have been shed In its name Many were dead For it to spread