A poet's pen of led
The pen lead the way, inspired
By poet's thoughts, of life or death
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Immovable man
You are the obstacle of action
You are the old life and a obstruction
To which you follow, the ways of sin
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Again on a loud path
To see a people's wrath
Going, not knowing where they bath
Baths of self, and weary loudness
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Life is on the highway
Choose your way
Cross the right lane if you may
Don't cross the dark left it fills your curiosity
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Mountain of rune
How your secrets lay hidden in a desert of dunes
The secrets of your treasures protected from evil powers
Your sides covered, filled with purple flowers
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Bloom of a room
Which fills the loom
The spins that it makes, on noon
Like a glitter of sparkle
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Greatest of a remedy
Is a medicine, a rarity
It can cure rightly
A cure to take lightly
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Your star afar
Is away from war on mar
An appearance doesn't remind whom you are
It's the star deep inside your consciousness
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To the ways from our days
Play over again like flashes of rays
Forget not oh moment of torments
How we grew from your currents
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Ship Holds The Friendship
For a strong ship needs mentorship
She or he whatever there endeavors may trip
Let go, knowing the mast may full up at last
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A light so bright
It's high show, how it's polite
Aluminates the audience
With, unexpected applause
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Union of opinion
A sight of coalition
A goal so sought to fruition
Fought on wars, yet no action
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Late relate
They are late but fate takes their date
Paths say youths take your hate!
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I write to fight
A constant fright
People 'delight in right'
Sorry I could not bite
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Ship on a tip
Tip of the seas that flip
The sea flipped like a rigged page
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The writer had to type a word over and over again. He couldn't stop, because he loved to write over a type writer. He loved it so dearly that ever since he got it for Christmas he wrote a lot of words spending hours on end.
He stayed put in one place sitting down at a table in his room, a coffee cup filled with coffee, a stack of papers laid on the other side of the table and in the middle a new typewriter. On days that he got sad, he would write about it, other times he just wrote what was going through his mind at the moment. A stack of pencils were inside his drawer, it was a backup in case someone would break in and steal it or even dare to break his prized possession, the typewriter.
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Giving versus letting
Aiding is different than craving
Why would someone be failing
These actions are like essential functions
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Aptitude to attitude
Is a frequency on sequence
Many walked on its latitude
It changes by their gratitude towards people
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Born in 2006 in gen z, I am a fellow writer who likes to write poems that have a really deep meaning in their themes and read different poems with similar or different themes ^-^)
A Poet's Pen Of Led
A poet's pen of led
The pen lead the way, inspired
By poet's thoughts, of life or death
Crossroads of past experiences, rich in wealth
Lessons to say, reasons to write, with a pen that is vast
Of writings, full from others of the start, to last
The poet moves the pen in its place of rest
For the work not yet done, it has only begun
Till, the poet has no more to say, to existence
With every stroke, it broke the resistance
Of an empty whole who does not give meaning, to longing
Expressing its very own passion, the poet's pen of led, living
'To fight the good fight we are called upon to carry our burdens and weaknesses through life, through adversity, and to win with a spirit of a warrior! '
'Never lose sight of what's in front of you, don't dwell in what's behind you, be brave enough to face the challenges or troubles that lie ahead. Keep to yourself your good deeds, let no one tell you who you are because only you know truly what is going inside your life, so never give up even when it seems that others whom you love have given up on you. You and only you are able to change yourself, no one can force you to be someone who you aren't, life is a blessing as well as a curse it's up to you to decide or let what life throws at you define your judgment of others or define your own judgment about yourself. In this life things always go bad or wrong but never ever forget the good things that you have experienced in life. Not everything is about you, even if the deeper you try to find an excuse to why you act a certain way or why you hurt people around you, there is something wrong in all of us, yes, we all make mistakes but don't let those mistakes dictate who you are. No amount of poems will truly ever tell you why you are who you are, no matter how much words you use or how much other poet's use, you just have to accept that in life there is a version of us that is bad, but only you can let it conquer you or let you yourself conquer it.'