Posts
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Through Glances at the Sun
Poetry has a silent power
In the way that poets
don’t need words to communicate
With one another;
We simply see a wildflower
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A Palmful of Metaphors
I’d like a palmful of metaphors,
Ones to use every time
I put a pen to a page,
To plant in my heart
And become submerged in my hope,
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The Beating Heart of the Universe
I would like to hope
That before there was a sky
Bleeding stars,
Before there were planets
Polluted with creation,
That there was still the beating heart
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Droplets Forever Alive
I’d like to garden
My own heart,
To pull the weeds of sadness
And hate
From the foundation
I sprout from,
To plant seeds of hope
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The Halo of Beginnings
I remember sitting
In my mom’s lap,
Her arms curled around me,
The rocking chair creaking slightly
In the breeze of her love,
Swayed and lulled by a sea
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The Song-Stoked Fire
Smoke curls into the air,
Twirling,
One thread dipping another,
A slow waltz
With some quick steps to spark
The band,
A careful orchestra
Loves
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Faded peace
The red truck blue truck cap
Bright blue, not pretty
Like dancing eyes no
This is down to business blue eyes hardened
After too many people said no
After too many yesses didn’t work out
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Insecure
You called me insecure,
Because I told you we couldn't be friends.
You no longer defended me against his cruel words.
I told you, I did.
"No second chances."
I stand firm in my words,
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The rain reminds me of you
The rain reminds me of you,
the way it pours down hard and fast,
then slowly becomes lighter,
and lighter,
until you're gone,
leaving me with the puddles to keep me company.
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Hold My Hand
Hold my hand and love
Me more then I ever could
And please don't let go
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A Girl Who Loved Stories
Let me tell you a story
Of a girl who loved stories
A girl who waited for
Her story to start
A girl who wished on dandelions
For true love