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Bird Song Poem

Posted by: kshawnedgar in My Blog

Tagged in: winter , poets , poetry , poem , kshawnedgar , edgar , bird

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               Bird Song

 By K. Shawn Edgar

Black towering Trees of Winter


Malcontent blackbird sings:

Fuck you then, Mr. Winter. I’m still alive!

Its thin black tower home,

Branches still shinning with frost,

Juts from early spring green



Decide What To Do

Posted by: musclepoet in My Blog

Tagged in: poem ,  society ,  poetry ,  poems ,  love ,  community

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Look at the flood

Where waters run deep


Tradegy and Disaster

Posted by: musclepoet in My Blog

Tagged in: poem ,  poetry ,  poems ,  love

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There's a thing about disaster

Makes us act as we should

All working together


to live and die in a day

Posted by: mrillogical in My Blog

Tagged in: poem

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it all happenes in a day...
love,breakup, makeups,and death it all happens in a day
will i live to be twenty eight and day later?
i doubt it, for everything happanes in a day
many lessons has been learned in this short life of mine
appriciations of all the victories in my life time
but I've learned how to give even when i was broke
though i know they use it it to buy crack or dope
turning down a sad face in need
i cannot...
but in these last few seconds
two face i remebered the most
the face that i learn to love
and the face i have to let go
so a sing this sad love song
she entered my life with a stop in time
so i may live for just a second longer
but when she left she took ten seconds with her
And though we tried to make it last
We both knew it wouldn't be long.
for i will not live to be twenty eight and day later?
I lie at night 11:59 and think about
1 minute till i die,i'm the one to blame
just two flowers in a withering in a vase
i cant bare the pain of my life ticing away
two flowers with no grounds
i guess it was destiny that your  love fell apart with from this fellow
but for these last seconds i try to hold on to your last love letter
no tears to give this flower lfe all cried out,
this last cry,drip of being used.
though I'm guilty,
I was tired of being accused.
And so I spent my last seconds of my life
heart in pieces, a flower with no petals
but the last sudden seconds
Something happened; I expected it least.
God came to me and poured water on my face
giving me the life i need to live as a new born
this flower with no petals he will raise
so at the end that i may live a day later
love,breakup, makeups,and death it all happens in a day
but today before i die again
i want to tell you i love you!

 










































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