Ezra Juellinge

Ezra Juellinge Poems

My home is somewhere between that river,
That flows to the receiver from the giver.

My home is somewhere between those forests,
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I never knew our story would be bound to turn,
A heart breaking one, that'll actually burn,
Never knew you could be so rough,
Even a single "Hii! ! " now seems tough.
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Glimmering eyes and sturdy limbs,
Charred lips and bloody grins,
Restrengthened lives and smashed hearts,
Ignored yells and dark chuckles.
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If pain could fade easily,
And encountering thorns would be unknown,
If love would come to each one willingly,
And pat on the backs of the ones thrown,
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Magnificent eyes, glittering at those big balls of cotton,
Reminiscences; Thinking about the promise still not forgotten,
Staring at those stars she asked "Is my son safe?
Did you keep your promise, Snape?
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Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high;
Where tears fall upon the
palms of feelings;
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Twinkle twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are?
The mirror of beauty or a wild spy,
Spreading the light of love over the sky,
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Terrorism lingered over fruitful smiles,
Destroying hope considering them imbecile,
Guns running over tearful graves,
Playing a game of Gun Man's Bluff with knaves,
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The Best Poem Of Ezra Juellinge

Homeless

My home is somewhere between that river,
That flows to the receiver from the giver.

My home is somewhere between those forests,
That starts from the loser and ends as the best.

My home is somewhere between those looks,
That flows from the eyes to the books.

My home is somewhere between those pens,
That starts from the top and finish at the end.

My home is somewhere between that bridge,
That starts from the kitchen and falls into the fridge.

I have a home 'cause they bless,
I open my eyes and find myself homeless.

Ezra Juellinge Comments

DELICATE 17 June 2018

Keep it up Loved your work

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SAPPHIRE 17 June 2018

Great work Keep I up.

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Ezra Juellinge Quotes

Sisters ain't gofers nor are they governesses, instead they are angels who prop the holed side of the umbrella over their heads, trying to obstruct the path of the rain towards you.....

My heart struggled to abide by yours and canter into your addiction but all I received as a bewildering present was abhorrence. I doubt that the tears I had shed waiting for you were inadequate 'cause I shouldn't ever blame the great lines 'Everything comes to him who waits'

.....and the hoary story books were evicted and forced to hied because they considered them a hokum and chalant but this was all abstruse for the whatsapp messages and instagram posts

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