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The Hope Is Always You (New Poem)
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The Hope Is Always You (New Poem)

  • Dean
  • May 21, 2018
Eyes become so heavy As life moves on with time Slowly drifting forward Eroded from my prime All that once was future Those dreams that truly mattered Ravaged by the…
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To return or keep moving forward?

  • Dean
  • January 11, 2013
Sometimes you make a decision in life that will change everything forever. It can be a well thought out plan, or a spontaneous decision that will change your life forever.…
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Power comes in creative talent, not authority.

  • Dean
  • April 15, 2011
This week has been somewhat of a trying one for me. Though it started full of optimism, there were certain times, when different individuals would try to put a block…
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The strangest dream of my life. Who can interpret this?

  • Dean
  • March 31, 2011
What a dream. I would have loved for Sigmund Freud to interpret this one. The dream began running through a forest, the forest was thick and the leaves were razor…
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I need to know what this dream means

  • Dean
  • November 27, 2010
Sometimes dreams are meant to be deciphered and it is always interesting to do some kind of analysis about what a dream means. This is a rare occurrence for me…
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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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Dean Fraser Phillips

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Writer, poet, Pagan. Books on Amazon. ⚽ Chelsea FC, Linköping FC, Yate Town. Founder & Owner @asinglemalt Books on Amazon.

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Going to be an interesting night in my house 🏡🏡😂😂⚽⚽
The Most Beautiful Selfie of all. A poem about how The Most Beautiful Selfie of all. A poem about how the world is sometimes more than our obsession with social media.

In this world of the "in the moment,"
A billion likes cannot say
Just how a heart is beating
In its purest loving way.

280 characters are not enough
When the mind composes a letter.
No smiling face or crying emojis
Will make the darkness better.

Life faces forward,
Yet we look back, not ahead.
Our eyes, the perfect cameras,
To a world where love can spread.

Affection is not measured by a status;
Love is just created.
It is worn on the heart within,
Not always complicated.

Memories are locked in the mind,
A vault that's full of glory,
Forever able to be felt,
Not a disappearing story.

Life is what we make it,
A vast world to be seen,
An Earth of exploration
Beyond a fading screen.

Wake up from social shackles,
Walk the road ahead.
The one most beautiful selfie in the world
Is the path you have yet to tread.   

#poem #poetry #obsession #socialmedia
Sad to hear my old friend James passed late 2024. Sad to hear my old friend James passed late 2024. Hadn't spoke in a while but always recall our talk of football, Striker and wrestling days. Poems for you mate. See you on the other one

A comic that we grew up with
Became a beacon that we shared
Passed on each generation
Back then when we all cared

A hollow empty soul
Yet was full of hope and love
Times when we would laugh
And now you're up above

We used to get knocked down
As the song would say
Each time that we got up again
We lived another day

Through time we lost connection
Two souls drifting through life
I wished we had one final laugh
Talk about the pain and the strife

Now you have departed
Joining family in the sky
No longer alone in your daily life
The childhood dream is home

For with every squared circle
That we watched through all the years
Ring that final bell James my friend
For there are finally no more tears

#james #jayke1981 #pals
After being diagnosed with chronic insomnia at 17, After being diagnosed with chronic insomnia at 17, it's rare I sleep more than two or three hours a night. This week though? Full of dreams, for the first time. Random flights to Gothenburg, singing with Elvis, being strangled by headphones, washing up dishes in my grandmother’s house, and being chased through the woods with a suitcase full of chocolate. Analyze that one, Freud.
#dreams #insomnia #freud
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