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If

by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;

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The Rainbow Bridge

by Lee-Ann Azzopardi

In the silence of the early morning
My tears cannot stop
I know you went over the rainbow bridge
For my hear is broken
With the solitude of this poem
And the darkness of the clouds outside

Friendship's Mystery, To My Dearest Lucasia

by Katherine Philips

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COme, my Lucasia, since we see
That Miracles Mens faith do move,
By wonder and by prodigy
To the dull angry world let's prove
There's a Religion in our Love.

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For though we were design'd t' agree,
That Fate no liberty destroyes,

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Of What Used to Be

by Lee-Ann Azzopardi

The days drag into infinity
As solitude grabs my neck
And takes me somewhere unknown
I could fight back, but I don't have the strength
I'm imprisoned with joyous memories
But that's what they are
Little tortures of what used to be
When happiness could be a new heaven
Just me and you that mattered
Now, I see everything painted with blue

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Disciples

by Steve Turner

They threw down their nets
and they followed Him.
There was no time to
calculate profit or loss.
There was no time to
call home for a second opinion.
It seemed like absolute madness.
It seemed like death.
But it was a wise madness,
a necessary death.

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Recent Loss Poems

Heart drenched in insanity

by Fathima Valliyangal

You know what, Sherlock?
Love? That’s pathetic
His arms were drenched in her cologne,
the other day,
the smile so nefarious,
conniving yet innocent.
I gave him my heart, you know?
I gave him elusive veins and Sherlock,
what do I get? I am deceived,
as though my eyes are blinded

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Unforgiving past

by Fathima Valliyangal

Night, a solaceful, distant memory
When you left my already-rifted heart
It repeats, this haunting memory,
I try, alright?
I try to forget, I try to move on.
But this memory, it just has to,
repeat itself, over time again,
and I am, but a slave of the past.

The last time you said ‘Goodbye’,

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"The echo of a forgotten name."

by Dylan Wu Rong

The damp air around me smell infuriating,
metallic like the roscoe in my palms,
imprinting every edge and crease,
like a tattoo, but straight to my brain.
Its pathetic- I realize as I see myself,
selfishly wallowing in the sorrow,
jealous of the joy the rest hold close,
am I deserving of the self-pity?
The wind howls out to the seven nations,
resonating painfully clear- those battle cries,

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"The sky forgot its colors."

by Dylan Wu Rong

And the path he left behind,
was as vast the he skies he looked at,
every footprint a cloud- white and soft.
The circle of life- but the line beneath the pen,
never overlaps, nor joins into one.
Regardless of these all-
the times hold a power mighty and strong,
erasing the sand from the deepest nook,
hiding the tree at the plainest look.
It bowed- in respect or despair,

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Of What Used to Be

by Lee-Ann Azzopardi