Irreplaceable Hearts,
Pain that stuns,
A thousand times,
That you carry with you
For the rest of your life,
Like the sharpest point
Of a turning knife,
The loneliest feeling,
You’ll ever feel in your life.
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There is so much more to Poetry,
It condenses life’s priorities,Plus all we hold most dear.
Strange,
Different tastes,MannerismsTime to wasteIndividualisms,I supposeIt’s all part ofThe behavioralPattern,Of the human race.We are all,So differentIn so many waysThink of itAnd practice,Understanding,ToleranceFor others’ views,As long as not harmfulPractice kindness,Not terror’sInfractionsBring about peaceNot destructive,DissatisfactionAnd above, be goodTo one another,Please,Don’t hurt each other.
The line between,
Is such a tenuous One,We negate our own insanity,Disregard our own mortality,And then, think that we have Won!
Ah, this Poetry,
The more you’re with it,The more you mold it,The more you feel it,Deeper, its Hug.
Love never gets old,
The more to hold.Love fulfills your world,Red Roses and Oceans pearled,The waves of Time, undisturbed.Love is Love,Our deepest emotion,Without it we perishIn Time’s lonely motion.
I hate for innocent people
Or be falsely accusedBe persecuted by others,And Forced into servitude.There is enough human tragedyWithout causing more,I did forget to mentionWhat I hate most of allIs War!Destructive and detrimentalNot what we were put here forWill we ever come togetherIn love and peaceful song,Will we ever stop doingWhat is so sinful,So inhumanly, bad and wrong?