Adversity

Adversity sonnet poems

When world becomes your very own dungeon,

Not sleep nor dreams, your jailer gives but woes,

Your praisers, scarce, but critics count legion,

Drizzle of friends, against downpour of foes;

In fields flourish wild weeds while wheat withers,

Your well is scraped, not for water but dregs,

The wicked need be checked, no one bothers,

To tie Heaven’s guy wires, you brought no pegs;

The door has closed, but no window opened,

Luck came, but may have passed the other way,

Of things you ask, how could God not be harkened,

Angels might have sung louder as you pray?

……And worst, you were raised to immortal stage,

…..But you forgot to ask of not to age.

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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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Hala
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hello when i read this text seems to me as i f it is translated text because as it is said a speech can be changed in to poety by rethem and rhyme

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Concise and rhythmic as always, so true of life too. @Reyvrex_Reyes your writing is a pleasure to read and review.

Archana Sharma
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a very apt description of adversity..

Rocean Sharma
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double thumbs up…!!

Jesus Diaz Llorico
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excellent use of words and emotions.. impressive..

J.rid
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I enjoyed reading your poem. the picture depicts it excactly for me that is.
when all else seems hopeless life is poking its head between all the stones

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