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Reflection Of Tomorrow (Poem)
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Reflection Of Tomorrow (Poem)

  • Dean
  • April 12, 2025
A poem about people thinking they know you yet the only person who knows you is the one you see in the mirror. Regardless of who they are
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Days of Darkness (Poem)
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Days of Darkness (Poem)

  • Dean
  • March 30, 2025
A poem about someone close taking their own life but you wonder could you have done anything more for them. Happened to me a few times in life
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Streets Of Home (Poem)
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Streets Of Home (Poem)

  • Dean
  • March 24, 2025
A poem about returning to your childhood home
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Home Lies In The Past (Poem)
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Home Lies In The Past (Poem)

  • Dean
  • March 11, 2025
A poem about leaving family home and moving on
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Shadows Of Betrayal – Poem
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Shadows Of Betrayal – Poem

  • Dean
  • March 2, 2025
A poem about being two steps ahead of those who think they have plotted your downfall
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Cyclone of Regret (Poem)
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Cyclone of Regret (Poem)

  • Dean
  • February 22, 2025
A poem about regret in love and hoping someone finds love again
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Voices that last (New Poem)
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Voices that last (New Poem)

  • Dean
  • February 9, 2025
A Poem written about hearing voices from people of the past coming to you when you dream. When you need to hear those exact words.
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Class War (New Poem)
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Class War (New Poem)

  • Dean
  • January 26, 2025
A poem about homelessness and how many ignore this important issue in 2025
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A Porcelain Heart
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A Porcelain Heart

  • Dean
  • January 18, 2025
A poem about a person that has a heart made of porcelain and how cruel words can make or break them.
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Angel Of The Sun (Poem)
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Angel Of The Sun (Poem)

  • Dean
  • December 18, 2024
Angel of the sun - A poem about someone coiming into your life and saving you from despair.
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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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