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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The Things I Believe In Most
There are a few things I strongly believe in.
I believe that, in some cases, hurt sparks creativity.
There's a girl I know, who uses her blood as paint
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The Maine Coast in December
I look over at the waves
Soft breeze on my face
The sun dancing brightly
On the rocks below
I clench my fist tightly
I know I want to go
The wind whips my hair
I almost start to shiver
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will you still _ me if I _
will you still kiss me if I am ugly
will you still love me if I am lazy
will you still want me if I break you
will you still care for me if i am not perfect
will you still wait for me if I am not patient
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Haiku
I see stars
shining in the night sky
and a soul.
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Best Friends
My name is Noelle. I come from a wealthy family living in Colorado. His name is Jeremiah. He moved with his family from New Mexico. His family is quite poor.
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The Boy Who Caught the Wishing Star
Once upon a time, there was a boy. This boy, out of all the boys in town, had trouble reading. So, he asked the sky for help. He asked her, "Oh dear sky, whatever shall I do?