Least Read Poems About Fate
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A Heart Crush
You are like the sun that
brighten up my most intimate
visualization of a blissful captivation,
the moon’s shine am id dark night, fell for
the schemes of your lips when you engage
into forms of proses that entice me, the
perfect recipe you blended each day
of smiles and similes, and signs
you darted at me, you ask
yourself what does she
see in poetry of me,
the sensuality,
rhythmic,
me-lo-
dies,
crushed my senses
brighten up my most intimate
visualization of a blissful captivation,
the moon’s shine am id dark night, fell for
the schemes of your lips when you engage
into forms of proses that entice me, the
perfect recipe you blended each day
of smiles and similes, and signs
you darted at me, you ask
yourself what does she
see in poetry of me,
the sensuality,
rhythmic,
me-lo-
dies,
crushed my senses
#love
#fate
#WritingPoetry #crush
#WritingPoetry #crush
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Forget Not Thy Father
Though my lineage be tarnished
And void of respect
Desolated by the sins of my father
I raised you through spirit
Free and unshackled of their cycle
I fed you my journeys
In hopes you’d grow strong
I anointed your foreheads
From a bowl of my shed tears
To awaken your protected circle
Though I may only be flesh and blood
I am not without fault
I raised you better than that of my father
Under the protected mercy of our father
I have sacrificed much just to lose all
But I know he has a plan for me
And I...
And void of respect
Desolated by the sins of my father
I raised you through spirit
Free and unshackled of their cycle
I fed you my journeys
In hopes you’d grow strong
I anointed your foreheads
From a bowl of my shed tears
To awaken your protected circle
Though I may only be flesh and blood
I am not without fault
I raised you better than that of my father
Under the protected mercy of our father
I have sacrificed much just to lose all
But I know he has a plan for me
And I...
#faith
#fate
#spiritual
#redemption
#sacrifice
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Further Review
Tape replayed
spins fade
truths reveal
scars heal
masks erased
mirrors faced
lies unravel
no judge’s gavel
further review
not me or you
everyone sees
souls at ease
spins fade
truths reveal
scars heal
masks erased
mirrors faced
lies unravel
no judge’s gavel
further review
not me or you
everyone sees
souls at ease
#fate
#redemption
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"You!---GET DOWN!"
The taste of sharred glass.
Mouth,open,no--where 2 hide,
from the tongue,
licking it up and down,
down,
down,
down,
"Everybody Get Down!"
down sound,gets down,
down,all around sound,
when down---
"Everybody! I Said--GET DOWN!"
Consequences of down,
hovers around down,
when down on the ground,
Hitting up---
"Everybody! You all need 2 get down--NOW!" sSound,
down sound,
Everybody but 1, one gets down,
On green-grass ground---
"You! Get down!"
IF...
Mouth,open,no--where 2 hide,
from the tongue,
licking it up and down,
down,
down,
down,
"Everybody Get Down!"
down sound,gets down,
down,all around sound,
when down---
"Everybody! I Said--GET DOWN!"
Consequences of down,
hovers around down,
when down on the ground,
Hitting up---
"Everybody! You all need 2 get down--NOW!" sSound,
down sound,
Everybody but 1, one gets down,
On green-grass ground---
"You! Get down!"
IF...
#fate
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Predestination
Destiny
Is a strange card
Predictably unpredictable
Whimsically surreal
Intrusive, sometimes spiteful
As a fox in a henhouse
With the curiosity
Of a cat
And as enduring as love
And as sticky as tree sap
The clock ticks
As time hurtles forward
Awaiting fate
Oft predestined
by Jemia
Is a strange card
Predictably unpredictable
Whimsically surreal
Intrusive, sometimes spiteful
As a fox in a henhouse
With the curiosity
Of a cat
And as enduring as love
And as sticky as tree sap
The clock ticks
As time hurtles forward
Awaiting fate
Oft predestined
by Jemia
#fate
#LifeCycle
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St. Patrice day
Saint Patrice day
In 1957 my ship docked in the town of Cork (Ireland)
If you think that is a long time ago, you are probably right
but in my head, it was yesterday.
Life was slower back then, cargo was lowered into
donkey carts, there were many mules waiting
we went to a pub, a stone a throwaway and drank Guinness
Never did I tell my mother, but I told her of the Irish girl
I was going to marry had red hair and green eyes
she had the aroma of an angel.
Leisureliness has ended ships leave as ships do
On the shore,...
In 1957 my ship docked in the town of Cork (Ireland)
If you think that is a long time ago, you are probably right
but in my head, it was yesterday.
Life was slower back then, cargo was lowered into
donkey carts, there were many mules waiting
we went to a pub, a stone a throwaway and drank Guinness
Never did I tell my mother, but I told her of the Irish girl
I was going to marry had red hair and green eyes
she had the aroma of an angel.
Leisureliness has ended ships leave as ships do
On the shore,...
#fate
#luck
#nightmares
#steampunk
#scifi
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The Unseen Hater
Hungry howls the hollow pit of the grim invader
for what does it yearn
the kind soul of the willing trader
to whom this may concern
artful treachery of the corrupt persuader
tormented pupils eager to learn
led down an alley to an incinerator
where love is lost and dreams burn
for misled victims of the unseen hater
from whom kind souls do not return.
for what does it yearn
the kind soul of the willing trader
to whom this may concern
artful treachery of the corrupt persuader
tormented pupils eager to learn
led down an alley to an incinerator
where love is lost and dreams burn
for misled victims of the unseen hater
from whom kind souls do not return.
#regret
#hate
#fate
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The Crier
The Crier stands there, on the platform, overlooking the darkness, toward where our legends say, our saviour waits for a true soul to call him to wakefulness. The crier is a big man, full of life, but in a strange way, he and I are similar. He is to try just one more time to waken our Saviour with his "soul call". If he fails he may never return to try again. Tonight will be my last watch, the lung eaters that come out of the darkness have slowly but surely destroyed my lungs and now it is only time before I can no longer breath and I will pass on to my reward. I am not sorry that this will...
#fate
#mythology
#dystopian #scifi
#dystopian #scifi
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the parting
The partition
Here in this landscape of bushes and crippled trees
the grotesque peace of daylight ghosts
Grey boughs stretching upward appeal to
a soundless god.
“Give us today a new life.” There is only one deity
the almighty one goes under the name of Silvanus.
Those who do not understand this are doomed to
a life of empty pursuit of pleasures.
Nightclubs and casinos, people trying
not to be alone in the night and face the truth
In a black frame, seeing you seeing through you
and into an...
Here in this landscape of bushes and crippled trees
the grotesque peace of daylight ghosts
Grey boughs stretching upward appeal to
a soundless god.
“Give us today a new life.” There is only one deity
the almighty one goes under the name of Silvanus.
Those who do not understand this are doomed to
a life of empty pursuit of pleasures.
Nightclubs and casinos, people trying
not to be alone in the night and face the truth
In a black frame, seeing you seeing through you
and into an...
#atheism
#faith
#fate
#curse
#karma
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The Calm Before......
Neither perturbed
Or disturbed
As the fallow, shallow Earth
Quakes
As it ponders
On the mistakes
Of those that talk
But do not act
They do not hear
They do not listen
They've lost
All sense
Of their senses
The mad moon
Glistens
On poisoned seas
As the earth
Becomes more diseased
Inadequate promises
Are like sticking plasters
For broken legs
The calm before......?
by Jemia
Or disturbed
As the fallow, shallow Earth
Quakes
As it ponders
On the mistakes
Of those that talk
But do not act
They do not hear
They do not listen
They've lost
All sense
Of their senses
The mad moon
Glistens
On poisoned seas
As the earth
Becomes more diseased
Inadequate promises
Are like sticking plasters
For broken legs
The calm before......?
by Jemia
#environment
#pollution
#fate #money
#fate #money
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maple walnut
time,
running
like it's going downhill
like the freaking
hour glass has shattered
sand pouring out
tic-toc...tic-toc
double time
hip-hop
ice cream
on a hot summer's day
drip drip drip
no way to stop it
lickety split
jambalaya
tuck and roll...
What else can I say?
running
like it's going downhill
like the freaking
hour glass has shattered
sand pouring out
tic-toc...tic-toc
double time
hip-hop
ice cream
on a hot summer's day
drip drip drip
no way to stop it
lickety split
jambalaya
tuck and roll...
What else can I say?
#fate
#aliens
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Destiny
Cat food smeared on the wall,
dirty clothes litter the hall.
An oil slick under the bed,
a ringing telephone in my head.
If you make it all go away,
it will just come back another day.
dirty clothes litter the hall.
An oil slick under the bed,
a ringing telephone in my head.
If you make it all go away,
it will just come back another day.
#fate
#SelfReflection
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Fate