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Alex Ritchie My Coloured Flower - Poem by Alex Ritchie My life is a black and white photo is which I stand alone. You were that coloured flower surrounded by my blackened life in its decaying field. I was surprise to find you there, was I meant to? Either way I bonded with that flower and called it a friend, its colour seeming to be the only thing giving me hope but sadly I got to close to this flower and I crushed it and now no colour lays in my decaying field and I'm sorry that you were the flower... Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about My Coloured Flower by Alex Ritchie Excellent poem Alex, thnx for sharing. (Report) Reply Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Alex Ritchie's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe
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Brandy Avery ~ Mothúcháin Fíor Faoin Saol ~ - Poem by Brandy Avery Leis an oíche Tugann an lá. Tá sraith nua de imní agus scares. Is féidir aon duine a bhfuil mé liom a rá mo deora. Losctha tú do Sting seo caite. Nach bhfuil a bheith brónach agus gruama rud gur deas. Leat a tharraingt ar mo chúl ort sa DIRT. Tá sé deacair a chreidiúint nach mian leat a fheiceáil mo ghortú. Do focail a thabhairt ar mo chroí agus anam síos. Tá sé am, Tá mé ag déanamh, agus beidh a thuilleadh frown mé. Ní mór dom a bheith ard agus láidir. Toisc go bhfuil tú féin agus do chuid focal mícheart. An-deacair a chreidiúint nach féidir leat a fheiceáil. Nuair a cad a dhéanann tú agus a rá go nimhneach dom. An mothú nach féidir liom a cheilt. Is gá dom a insint duit cad is dóigh liom taobh istigh. Mo cheann agus croí ag insint dom dul. Is dóigh liom go bhfuil sé seo rud éigin mór duit a fhios. Tá mé fallin as ngrá leat. Do mo chroí mór dom a bheith fíor. Ní mór dúinn deireadh a dom agus tú. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ Mothúcháin Fíor Faoin Saol ~ by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe