Category: poetry
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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…
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Us
Days were slow then They are fast now We all were an us But now it’s them two, one and one We all found someone new But we will be together by our past too I don’t know about that you miss me or us But I, before missing us, miss you first This was…
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Neverending Questions
Every poem Yet for another yearning soul I would say every stanza vomits a rare fever embedded in my horizons Questions from starving minds Alter my heart Enclosed with doubt in their hearts Breathing the affliction into empty souls For every line I wrote There was a cloud formed from smoke. Image Source: Pexels, Andrea…
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Another Day
They always say rotten goods are stored in cans Silently preaching for decay And oh, I guess that’s the best way to describe my head You might have seen But surely, you have not yet heard How my mind flips the coin And all the corns are popped in my head Another day to be…
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Set Me Free
A plea A whine loud enough to break windows and attack clots of loss Deception embedded in my imperfections Neglection throned at my door A knock silenced by thorns Set free the spirit that shall guide greatness The ghost that is worshipped by stone cold reapers, who unfortunately fall at the Devil’s feet Set free…
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The Art Of Redemption
Some days it feels like yesterday was a decade ago Somehow, time seems to be moving slowly, and reality is out of grip It seems the seeds I had once planted Are now rotten with pain heightened Weeds are monthly restored But they only take a drag from my soul and leave me sweating, screaming…