Dee Gey Poems

Freedom washed with tears rinsed by blood,
dried with heat of love from one's heart,
some unknown, but alone they're not,
to reap grounds where lilies once sprout.
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On this cold November setting,
Painted above is the old gray sky;
A glimpse from the sun in sight,
Wearing a mystique smile.
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For when it slips through your careless hands,
A bond breaks and you'll never understand,
The mystifying beauty of its brilliance.
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Searching for the grave
Where I buried the pain
Of this wounded heart
Who lost its desire.
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I am a matter in one space,
A space packed with vertical lives,
Overflowing with so much noise,
Opportunities and heartbreaks.
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Bubbly rushing waves
blending with the singing birds
music to my ears
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When all the things went wrong for me,
you were always there to make them right.
When some of my days became gloomy,
you seemed to make them so bright.
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Another nightmare passed,
The moon showed grim and pale,
Strong winds dropped and rain ceased,
Sibilant waves on the beach.
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Pair of eyes that mirrors a lonely soul,
with a crying face but no sound at all,
a wandering waif and so disheveled,
clad with filthy shirt and defenseless feet.
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I cried!
Not because you lied
but because you loved.
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