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Poem – The Phoenix who survived

  • Dean
  • May 10, 2010
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Why I had to let you go – Poem

  • Dean
  • June 1, 2012
  • 2 min
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I Am Who I Am(Poem)

  • Dean
  • July 27, 2024
  • 1 min
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T’was the night before Christmas – Poem on Domestic Violence

  • Dean
  • December 18, 2017
  • 1 min
Always Remain True
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Always Remain True

  • Dean
  • January 3, 2024
A poem about keeping true to your own strength and desire no matter how bad life may seem.
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Silence Follows The Night
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Silence Follows The Night

  • Dean
  • December 26, 2023
A poem that is about a person realising that you are stuck in the middle of a family arguments.
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Johanna’s Eternal Flame
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Johanna’s Eternal Flame

  • Dean
  • November 7, 2023
A poem about a recently departed friend Johanna. Sadly passed away aged 62. Rest In Paradise Johanna.
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Words we never get to say
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Words we never get to say

  • Dean
  • September 24, 2023
Words We Never got to say - A poem about having time to be there for your parents and when they are gone, thinking of what they may have gone…
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Death’s Relentless Tide
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Death’s Relentless Tide

  • Dean
  • August 28, 2023
A poem about two people going their own way in life, yet despite the many opportunites to talk they never do. Only when dies do they realise that the time…
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Listening to My Soul’s Refrain (Poem)
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Listening to My Soul’s Refrain (Poem)

  • Dean
  • July 30, 2023
A poem about listening to your own heart in life and ignoring the armchair experts around you.
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Arms Of Shelter
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Arms Of Shelter

  • Dean
  • July 19, 2023
A poem based on someone no longer with us that is keeping a careful eye on our wellbeing.
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Forever Green (Poem)
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Forever Green (Poem)

  • Dean
  • July 10, 2023
A poem based on a memory of playing with a friend years ago who sadly is no longer with us.
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The Path I Walk Alone (Poem)
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The Path I Walk Alone (Poem)

  • Dean
  • June 24, 2023
A poem about deciding to go your own separate way in a relationship.
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Hemlängtan till Sveriges famn
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Hemlängtan till Sveriges famn

  • Dean
  • June 2, 2023
Jag kom till Sverige och fann mitt hem, där vinden susar så sakta nu. Mitt hjärta slog, jag kände ro, för här är hemma, här är jag nu. Jag kom…
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About Dean

British/Swedish poet/author. Pagan and lifetime supporter of both Chelsea FC and Linköpings FC. Feel free to use my poetry, as long as you link my name. All Poetry ©Deanthebard.com 2025

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Deano 🇬🇧/🇸🇪 | Award-Winning & Bestselling Poet | Writer | Chelsea FC 1977 & Linköping FC 2011 | Books on Amazon | Pagan
The mud, it clings against its crimson stain, Acro The mud, it clings against its crimson stain,Across the field where the poppies reign.Barely just a teenager, a life so new and young,Now another casualty look what war has brung.The air grows still, the guns now cease,A softened wind, a whispered peace.He slumps amongst the fallen red,His last breaths leave his weary head.No more the screams, nor the cries of pain,Mere silence on the poppy plain.His fading eyes, they scan the scene,The poppies dance, his tranquil dream.A smile escapes his coldened lips,With life’s last breath, his spirit slips.The war is done, peace is here,His duty’s end, drowned in a tear.He sleeps among the fallen brave,Where he lies in a nameless grave.And in the breeze, the poppies sway,An eternal tribute to this day.
Lejonhjärtat slår vidare Så det har hänt. Lin Lejonhjärtat slår vidareSå det har hänt. Linköping FC är nu nere i Elitettan. Ett sent mål i Malmö avgjorde allt. Det känns tungt.Jag har följt fotboll hela mitt liv. Chelsea har varit min klubb sedan jag var barn och jag har varit på hundratals matcher genom åren. När jag flyttade till Sverige för femton år sedan letade jag efter en ny fotbollsfamilj. Jag bodde i Norrköping och gick på några matcher, men hjärtat hittade inte hem där.Allt förändrades genom en tweet till Lisa De Vanna. Det blev början på en vänskap som fortfarande pågår. Genom henne hittade jag Linköping FC och 2011 stod jag för första gången på Folkungavallen, en kall vårdag, med en varmkorv i handen och vinden över planen. Där hittade jag mitt svenska lag.Under åren har jag sett spelare som Asllani, Rolfö, Blackstenius, Harder och Eriksson växa till världsstjärnor. Jag har sett cupvinster, SM-guld och magiska Champions League-kvällar. Jag reste ensam till Ryssland för att se laget spela. Jag blev till och med invald i styrelsen 2021. En ära jag bär med stolthet.Och nu detta. Nedflyttning. Sorg. Tomhet. Men också stolthet. Klubben har kämpat hårt denna säsong, både på och utanför planen. Spelare och personal har gett allt.Till tränaren, stanna om du kan.Till spelarna, tack för varje meter ni sprang.Till fansen, särskilt flocken, fortsätt stå tillsammans.Till Loben, du är fortfarande en ikon.Det här är en mörk dag. Men i Sverige har jag lärt mig att efter regn kommer regnbågar. Linköping FC är mer än en tabellrad. Det är människor, minnen och hjärta.Lejonhjärtat i denna klubb fortsätter att slå.Full artikel i länken i min bio.
It's Not My Time To Go - A poem based on a person It's Not My Time To Go - A poem based on a person who is being called to the afterlife yet they know there are still unfinished things left in lifeAm I living in the dreamOr is the dream inside?I walk into the bright lightThere is no place to hide.I hear the rings of laughter,Voices that sound so new,Yet they are from a distant timeNow they call me too.Shadows step towards me,Familiar faces from the past;Relatives and friends who passed awayThey're calling me at last.They say the time has comeTo reunite once more.My time in life is overYet have I been here before?The hand, it opens to take me,Just like it did when I was young.Yet I know there are still things to do,Another song that must be sung.So I smile and say, "Not just yet,"For I still have things to do.My eyes open back in the roomAnd all I see is you.#poem #poetry #life #love #death #afterlife
Do not cry when I'm gone - a poem about rememberin Do not cry when I'm gone - a poem about remembering someone who has moved on but wanted you to live life with a smileWhen I am gone from life, don’t cry any tears. Forget the bad times that we shared; remember happy years. The cruel words that were spokenremove them from your mind. Embrace the words of love we shared, whispers of a loving kind. We had some hardened battles and days of endless fun. I wish we had more time from when life had begun. When I’m just a memory, do not dwell on the past. Live with me inside your heart; let our memories last. Seasons, they will come and go; the memories may fade. But I am with you in times of neednever be afraid. So raise a glass in times of doubt, each and every year. I may be gone in person, but my eternal spirit’s near. Smile the way I remember; play my favourite song. Just don’t be down, for I am here even though I’m gone.#poem #poetry #life #death
Blessed Samhain to all fellow Pagans. #pagan #samh Blessed Samhain to all fellow Pagans. #pagan #samhain
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