The morning; so bold and the sky so blue,
Minds are open and lies are true.
The afternoon; reality dawning and idealism sinking away,
Eyes are skeptical and fast forward is on delay.
The evening; patience is short and hearts are sore,
The sky turns grey and there are more negatives than there are fors.
The night; liberating and it feels so alive,
Raised arms on winners and revolutionaries strive.
Repeat, repeat,
The days will never cease to run away
So we cannot afford to stray
From our courses of fate and destiny,
From apologies and testimonies.
Move with time and hope you have lived and loved.
-holly boyd
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Poet's note:
So sorry for not updating for so long,
I was on a school trip to Russia (:
I know that my poetry is deteriorating but I am feeling uninspired- if you have any themes that you could suggest I would be very thankful.
Lots of love to you all for your continuous support and faith <3
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PoetryPoems; Woe and hope, love and despair Poems mend us, they repair. Broken souls mixed with broken minds, Poems teach us what it is to be alive. They offer thoughts to inspire. They give us hope to aspire, They answer unanswerable questions They offer...
