Repercussions Poems - Poems about Repercussions

#Reppercusions_of_circumstances Right before our minds tries to capture reality, the very moment, we start to familiarize our warmth, instances of ones soul's comfort, the time when everything begins to form shape and when all its out and about, a slap to ones dream, an explosion to ones reality a time when what matters and real,...

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the heart is always right unless this time it’s wrong and this time is not like all the others this game he must not lose too much at risk no room for error is it worth the risk has he hit the point of no return is it really worth the venture if it’s a go execution must be meticulous indeed the stakes are high this gamble...

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I used to be a poet… A god among man became I Until one day I met a maiden fair. She was as lovely as a dream of heaven; Hell on earth to punish my profanity. More than a gift sent from heaven Was she, but heaven; Thought I: For my sanity ceased to be At her site. Her...

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I've accepted the repercussions, From my choices to my actions. Forgiving myself and moving on, Replaced my pain with satisfaction. The biggest mistake that I had made, Was putting all of my trust in you. Not realizing what a crook you are, Made my worst nightmare come true. I made it back from hell with you, From 3rd ward to your convictions. We lost...

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You had set your sights on the pond, accepting defeat: wanted to know the depth of water, fracturing sky. The mangroves porous roots jutting out of muddy water exploring the memory of reclining tree. Always remained sick of politics- the massive hunt of fake solutions. The return of theboat with tiger. Are you ready to take a plunge in nakedness ? Behind the curtain was sitting the invisible wheel which...

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A young boy who’d been told often enough of the virtues of honesty, Resolved to tread the same path even in difficulty. He decided he’d never tell lie nor steal things, Love all those around him, be they paupers or kings. He knew the path he’d chosen was going to be tough, And the journey he had initiated was going...

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We scream silently as the doubt overwhelms. Alone in this void called the world; Our captain of this voyage has, no one at the helm. Passages of old journeys are but faint echoes in the winds of sorrow. As we struggle to survive the passing of life; Our regrets pass in line one by one from yesterday to today; Casting doubts into...

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