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Cold Dead Trees
From sliotars being hit around a wet, cold pitch, Until some fool hits it into the deep, dark ditch. Long hours doing homework in the lonely cold night, To the rapid retreat of the hard day light. Marooned in the claret and the white of Clara, In my sister’s high heels and me Mam’s mascara. […]
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Breath
Isn’t it weird how you can be breathing one minute And not the next, How it can just stop? You never know when you last breath is going to be, It could happen any minute. How you use your last breath, that’s what’s weird. Do you use it to say goodbye? Do you use it […]
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An Irish Parish
It was a lazy Sunday. Getting up late was a seldom treat, The day living up to its name as my eyes squinted at opening the blind. I decided to go for a walk, looking for something to write. I heard the distant sound of a car so I automatically stepped off the road. An […]
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The Perfect Profile
Living through a screen. Comparing, judging Self-worth based on likes Your recent profile Insecurities, anxieties Slowly building Scrolling, scrolling Passing time Anonymous users Immature losers A world obsessed A world depressed Not knowing when To unplug, switch off Stuck In an endless sea of negativity. Stop Shutdown, cut down Put down. Don’t drown. Breathe. It’s […]
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Help The People
There are people, half way across the world. They are scared. They fear for their lives and their families’ lives. They flee from their homes, in hope of a better life. They make the hard journeys, the tough ones. They cross oceans. Some won’t make it, some will. They hide in trucks to cross borders. […]
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Depression
The sun hid her face In the cloud. She didn’t want the world to see her cry. Her teardrops burned holes In the horizon. She lost her desire to shine.
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Home
Blocks of flats on the Ballymun road, My brain’s gone into bleedin’ overload. Ma’s on the couch and i just can’t see How the hell she came up with me. Walking down the street Where the greenmen meet, Couldn’t see it then They were so discreet. Ma’ grabbed my by the arm, No she didn’t […]
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It Don’t Matter To Us
Kids in agony at home waiting on hospital beds Been waiting two years, the urgency’s gone to red See their stories on the news, the next day it’s out of our heads Sure why would we care? It don’t matter to us. One of Mam’s friends on her way home from town The next day […]
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My Poem
They say education is most important Yet my first day of secondary school I got given out to Because I had 2 pairs of earrings in my ears They say education is most important Yet they seem more focused On if we have our hair dyed too colourful Or if we don’t have acceptable shoes […]
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Sixteen
The silence streams, Winding its way down blind canals, Quenching screams behind closed doors. There’s always a whisper that worms its way through And from that I believe that all the knowledge in my mind has emerged, Caught in hushes Swept among the rushes And places I wasn’t supposed to be, My person forged from […]
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Metamorphosis
To my sister, age 7 Still learning, discovering Innocent and young Wanting so much to grow up but Little do you know That growing up isn’t all that great Growing up means disappointment Growing up means midnight tears Deafening daylight laughter Screaming mirrors Growing up means pressure and loneliness But growing up isn’t all that […]
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That Single Question
For who knows how many years, People have been pondering, Asking themselves that single question, What is the purpose of my life? From when I was a small child, I always knew what I wanted to do, I was going to be an artist, and share my art with the world. Never once did I […]
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Rhyme Rag Issue#5
November 2009 Editor: Adam Wyeth
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Rhyme Rag Issue#4
Rhyme Rag Issue #4 November 2008 Editor: Eileen Sheehan