Category: poetry
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Dancing With No Melody
Standing here, I remember the times Those times when my heart soared, In them, you were the melody A melody that never faded Now all there is just silence A silence deafening beyond time. Writing for you was my awakening Now in this slumber I can’t dream, Your touch was my medicine But now I’m…
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Learning To Bloom Again
As I quietly returned home from the hustle and bustle, I felt the space that I once called home feel slightly off. I couldn’t work out if it was me, or the season changing before my eyes, the trees still have not blossomed yet, and neither have I. It took some time to gather myself…
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Brow, Back, And Under My…
I think I have a disease. I feel hot My lungs labor to breathe My skin is clammy And parts of my body are a size larger I have sweat forming at my brow, down my back, and under my… Oh, doc, what can it be My eyes are dry and squinty Can my hair…
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Black Seed Magic
Three months ago On a May morning A secret beneath The rich soil unfolds A tiny black seed Grew over time A sturdy stem An abundance of leaves Just a little more time As the sunlight hovers Warming East to West A rain shower waters Leaves protect Yellow flowers peek through In the gentle breeze…
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The Women’s Time
I am woman, hear me scream, Bursting every manmade seam, Sewn tight to keep me out, Unprepared for my shrill shout. Your final days are coming near. Our time to rule is finally here. Centuries usurped by men Has brought us to damnation, Wreaking war around the world, Fear, hate, greed unfurled, Love lost for…
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Fly High
Oh, fly high Like a beautiful butterfly With the wings of hope And dreams of youth You have to fly high There’s so much to see There’s so much to do Oh, you have to fly high Gather all your hope And make wings of it To fly after the dreams To catch them all…
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The Melody
Maybe it’s the music I listen to daily That intoxicates me to the point of blurring out from reality I am worried about my safety Because of my poor mentality and scarred sanity. From dusk till dawn I drown in music and still want more. I get blown away by my voice But pulled deeply…
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A Good Life
She was made of coffee with a dash of milk. Never-ending laughter with her girls. A love that felt like home. Books that let her live a thousand lives. Sunsets that filled her heart. Travels that forever lived on in her memory. And faith. Faith that her life would be a happy one. This was…
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Dark Realms Of The Soul
In a sky full of stars, I would stare at the darkness. It’s a rough reflection of my heart. I would rather stare at the clearness of the night, It reflects how lonely my life truly is. No contacts on my phone. No one to hold when the night is turning cold. No one to…
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To The Little Girl I Once Was
Every time a doubtful thought appears, I think back to the little girl I once was. The little girl with big brown eyes who looked at the world with awe. The little girl who believed every dream she held was possible. The little girl who couldn’t wait to meet the woman I would become. The…