Category: poetry
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Poetry- Reflecting
One by one, each star Is bursting through the dark One by one, each porch light In the neighborhood, turns on Reflecting to the stars Our earthbound constellations I wonder what the stars have named us This was written by our contributing writer, Karina Coghlan.
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Glitch
Ah, the stresses and the strains, of course, I must refrain, from letting it in, how it all begins, to take a toll, of mind and soul; a lingering itch was once a glitch, but now the wrinkle has deepened still and all that was rational is supplemented by a pill; no longer has character…
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Love And Memories
I gazed upon the airy infinity So vast and bright Lost in their serene beauty Lost in the dark of night With each gentle breeze Your presence near A whisper reminder Of love, so dear Your warm, soft embrace Reminds me of stories My grandma told Of love and memories She said the two walk…
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Poetry – Where Did It All Go Wrong?
Where did we go wrong, When did we stop communicating, What made your spark die, Why did I pick up your phone? Was life really that bad, Was it something we could have talked about, What made you lie, Why did I pick up your phone? Well, the truth is out now, What lies ahead,…
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Poetry – How Do I Say I Love A Girl
How do I say I love a girl? Do I just go down on one knee, Hold her fingers and give them a kiss? Or do I just gaze into her eyes steadily, And let nature convey my message? How do I say I love a girl? Do I just kiss her lips, To express…
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Poetry – The Spirit Of Spring
Gathering dew slides off a soft petal and drops below. The drop slips downwards through a series of vines like a perfect path, slowly kissing its way down the stems. The first strands of buttery sunlight peek through the clouds, warming the creatures below it. Paws and claws of every variety stretch and shake off…
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Poetry – Underneath The Rainbow
Underneath the rainbow Somewhere in the mountains, fair Mist still lingers in the air After days and days of endless rain The golden hills turn shamrock green In the ground lay sleeping seeds For flower-covered hills just shy of spring Underneath the rainbow You’ll find a little lake… or perhaps, a large pond Holding on…
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Poetry – Liberia: The Glorious Land Of Liberty
Liberia, home of the native wayfarers Liberia, home of the pioneers’ children. Liberia, you glorious land of liberty. Liberia, land of black panthers and valor warriors. Beautiful Liberia, home of the resilient people; A people called from age to age, With one great destiny: A destiny to bring freedom and light, To an enslaved and…
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Poetry – Going Out
I’m waiting for the night to come, So, I can go out to a brand-new club, And look forward to enjoying all the silly stories that come out in the morning, They make everyone reminisce and enjoy the night. Later, we all go out together to get drunk, While the boring ones stay home all…
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The Untrusting
At night, one young man crept outside, To take a sneaky peak. He watched a young woman, Sitting on the balcony, looking like a delicate antique. The woman with her perfect face, Gave him a cheeky stare, As he watched her with little grace, When she escaped down the stairs. So, the man left and…