Tag: proud

Defiant

It may have been me

Who was the one

That was strong enough

For two

But the person I was

The most proud of

In the end

Was you

Xxx

With Me

Your
words
tattooed
on my
brain

Forever

A reminder
of facing
that
pain

Together

(Originally Posted 18.01.2020)

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In Essence

If anyone asked

About my rhymes

I would most likely show them this

It’s an apt expression

Of my abject depression

And defines my blog’s premise

Innards

Like a
bird

Trapped
in it’s
cage

I sing
of love
and
lament

Bleeding
both

Introspective
rage

And
embittered
discontent

(Originally Posted 28.10.2020)

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Did You Spot It?

I pride myself on my titles

They’re often better than the rhyme

And this one here,

I have to say,

Is a particular favorite of mine

… – – – …

I
NEED
YOU
MORE
THAN
EVER
BEFORE

I
SIMPLY
CANNOT
DO
THIS
ANY
MORE

(Originally Posted 31.08.2019)

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Regraded

I think I was once preoccupied

With being considered a ‘proper poet’

But I’ve since come to realise

That my style doesn’t trivialise

Life or how I choose to show it

Bottom Of The Class

I
scroll
through
your words

And
realise
mine don’t
compare

For
you all
write so
beautifully

Whereas
I splurge
without
a care

(Originally Posted 14.06.2020)

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God, I’m Good

Nearly two and a half

Thousand posts

And yet I can still

Surprise myself

Perhaps poetry

Is my future, actually,

So I shouldn’t just leave it

On the shelf

Circling

Like
vultures

Eyeing up
the bones

Of those who
went before us

Now rotting
on the stones

(Originally Posted 14.05.2020)

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Saying So Myself

Perhaps

I’m not so bad

At this poetry lark

After all

Interlude

Time has dragged on today

Even more than most

It started off quite well too

Sitting down with tea and toast

But then the clock seemed to stop

At some point this afternoon

When opening up my laptop

Did nothing to lift the gloom

And as the evening drew itself in

I have sat here all alone

Thouroughly bored in my own skin

Barely stifling a groan

So now I guess I’ll go to bed

And lie there on my own

Until the clock stops in my head

And I dream in monochrome

(Originally Posted 20.04.2020)

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Random #92

‘Land of my high endeavour

Land of the shining river

Land of my heart forever

Scotland The Brave’

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Random #91

‘Scotsmen are said to be clannish folk. This may be because many a Scotsman never truly leaves his home. His home is always in his heart.’

– Unknown

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You’re Too Kind

Thirty
six
thousand
words

And
each
one of
them
shite

But now
I’ve
passed
one
thousand
followers

I
must
be doing
something
right

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