Let’s Hope

Let’s hope for peace across the land

Let’s hope the monsters would never band

Let’s hope their fury we avoid

Let’s hope our hopes don’t become void

Let’s hope for calm water, when we sail

Let’s hope our loved ones would not bail

Let’s hope for forgiveness in every corner

Let’s hope for love beyond our borders

Traces of Me

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I wish to leave traces of me scattered around the world

So my presence can never be forgotten and my voice will be forever heard

I wish to lend a helping hand to the drowning and bewildered

To assist them as best I can and hope they’re never injured

A roaming ghost in this world, I hope not to become

For my fire still burns within and I will nourish it until it is gone

I wish to leave traces of myself as proof of my existence

I wish to leave traces of me to commemorate resilience and resistance

Confused Little Girl

The confused little girl woke up this morning again

Wondering when her life will begin

Agitated and scared, a tantrum she threw

Lashing out at everyone she knew

Unable to comprehend they called her spoiled

Causing her fury to further boil

As reality crushed her down to the bone

It turned a muscle into cold hard stone

Bleak became the future through her eyes

And unnerving was her slow demise

Many tried to help piece her back together

But she believed that hope was lost forever

So sad was the reality she couldn’t bear

And so real was the sadness she couldn’t share

Painted Visage

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Countless faces filling the streets

Blurry visages that never speak

But one stands out from the  wall

And he admires her colours with every stroll

A mystery girl adorning the city

Neglected in plain sight, yet always pretty

She was made for him, he always thought

Marvellous, majestic and can never be bought

She soothes the ails of lonely sufferers

And quenches the thirst of art-lovers

Desperate wanderers in a world that crushes

Can sometimes find hope in paint and brushes

The Daily Post’s prompt “Stroll”

Intro to Poetry – Day 2 (Face)

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Window

In response to The Daily Post’s prompt “Window”

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Staring out the window

Watching the sun rise

Head still on my pillow

As the little bird flies

Green are the trees

With the swaying leaves

Calm is the river

That flows forever

A peaceful morning

That won’t disappoint

Hope is always soaring

When lives are joined

 

Empty

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In this empty room

With empty cupboards

And bare walls

Is an empty person

With an empty heart

And little future

In this uncertain future

With little hope

Is the path of life you need to take