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Swimming amongst a tide of shit to survive
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Swimming amongst a tide of shit to survive

  • Dean
  • March 3, 2014
There are moments in life that sometimes we feel are impossible to overcome. I could list a thousand reasons when there are times like these. No matter how much we…
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Standing up for what you believe in

  • Dean
  • May 19, 2013
It’s a Sunday afternoon, and the rain is dripping down the window. After a week of excellent sunshine,  it’s a very grey and overcast day where it’s good to stay…
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Why religion is such a powerful topic

  • Dean
  • October 27, 2010
So I had my first conversation with a Swedish person today. I was coming back up from the basement and there were two ladies stood outside. After explaining that I…
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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

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Solitary Chair (A Poem based on a chair sat throug Solitary Chair (A Poem based on a chair sat through a generation. The last member has passed and the chair remains in isolation. A reminder not to waste time)A solitary red chairSits in the corner of a room.A baby climbs upon its cushion,With a smile and a stare.This becomes a habit,It forms the baby’s placeA comfort zone so special,A guaranteed smile upon a face.The baby is now older,A teenage boy so silent.The chair is now a sanctuaryFrom a world that feels so violent.The years, they pass so quicklyBoy turns into man.A welcome place after a hard day,He puts his feet up when he can.The man becomes elderly,A place to fall asleepIn the old familiar chair,Where memories lie so deep.Yet one day it’s just empty,For the man has passed away.The chair waits for anotherDon’t let life slide away.#poem #poetry #life #time
Forever Near - A poem based on remembering someone Forever Near - A poem based on remembering someone who was part of your life when you were younger but have lond passed. Even in times of doubt, they are still with you. Once upon a gentler timeThe days lay quiet in our handsAll sorrow lived in distant landsWhile laughter shaped our rhymeThe lion guarded all with prideThe jungle felt like home to meThat world, the one I longed to seeWith you here by my sideMy tears became a hidden fallThat watered both the sun and rainYour arms, the shelter I would findThrough happiness and painYou said, “Go forth, the world is wide,”And with a wink, you eased my fearThose words still echo through the yearsA compass at my sideNow age has pressed its weight on meAnd time recalls the love I’ve lostNo map can take me back againJust echoes counting costYet still you guide me as beforeYour love surrounds me, pure and strongA quiet song within my heartThat lives forevermoreI see your gaze in my child’s eyesThe same bright spark you left behindAnd in their laughter, I can findThe life that never diesI close my eyes and drift to sleepBelieving you are always nearNot by the hand, but in my soulYou leave me without fear#poem #poetry #love #family #friends #life
Sad to hear of Ricky Hattons passing. Saw a few of Sad to hear of Ricky Hattons passing. Saw a few of his fights live over his career. Rip Hitman. A dark day for British Boxing
I walk alone - A poem about moving on from a situa I walk alone - A poem about moving on from a situation in your life where you no longer want to beFavours go unansweredWhen expectations growsA doormat for the usersFor the friendly path, you chose A heart taken for grantedFrom a soul that does not careLight into the darknessFrom a love that’s never there The sacrificial timelineOf everything you’ve doneUnravelled by realisation Of what you have become So time to break the shacklesReturn to whence you cameA place where time was all yoursWhen no-one called your name The depths of blackened silenceSaves the porcelain heartTime is nature's healerWhen life just falls apart Remove yourself from everythingUntil you find yourself againLife will be there when you come backBut this time free from pain #poem #poetry #freedom
Angel In Flame - A spoken poem about a flame haire Angel In Flame - A spoken poem about a flame haired angel who enters one's life for a reason. Searched high and low in lifeFor the one that I could call mine.Had some hits and misses, I agree,But now nothing feels more fine.I've walked the long road in life,Chasing dreams under the stars.I wished upon the sun and moon,Yet somehow ended up with Mars.What we’ve ended up with, none can divide,For what we found is so pure.If loneliness is a disease,With you, I found the cure.Walking down the path of life,I simply did not know how to function.Do I turn left or right right now,As I stand here at this junction?I have been waiting for this moment,Searching deep within my soul.Finally, I found the one I loveYou came in and took control.Some call it the definition of divine,Most say it’s the purest form of fate.At last the pieces connect in place:The purest form of a soulmate.#poem #poetry #life #love
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