Danielle Mari Nidea Poems

Hills of bloody red,
You make them rise.
Like babes, they suck upon your breast,
Yet hunger of wolves is heard.
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A meter a second
Not caring to stop
A shadow so lovely
Blackness to pop
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I am the in-between
Of work and of peace
Something you've always seen
In trouble, in ease.
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It's the eleventh hour
Time for all to rest
Although it tastes quite sour
I hope for all the best.
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A seed of love or 'selfish' goals
Was sent to roam the earth.
Cradled by the squarish trap,
It served its will of birth.
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Your green-tipped fingers envelop the skies
Filled with poppy-like pebbles, it brings lust to our eyes.
You gather some power and then give it a go
For the one-sided mirror to give us a show.
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I read a joyous song about my many sorry days
And I notice that light beyond it is actually quite eerie.
Its words are resonating to the dying of my heart
Perhaps such a coincidence is just, or is it really?
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I wake up in my cozy little hammock
To the sound of the sheep on the hill.
I look at the chair right beside me,
Wasn't thinking so clearly until
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It was more important than life
And he had worked so hard for it
Yet it was not work
For action without thinking
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