Tag: Poetry
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Come to Me
Come to me In my paradoxical land Of chilling comfort And deceptive hands Find me in the bright shadows Where ideas live and die Where ego asks If I’m truly alive Seek me in the pits of freedom Where past and future collide Where my decisions are weighed Against the future I make So see…
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Mirror
When you look into the mirror Do you ever question what stares back? Sure, the reflection is you But what does it lack? Do you notice it’s hair Grey, scattered, or gone? Or it’s face Tired, broken, or sallow-drawn When you look into the mirror Do you notice anything deeper? Far beyond the surface…
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When We Die
Do you ever wonder What happens when we die? So many people think on this Instead of asking why Some think of a beautiful place Called the afterlife Where they soar in the sky Until the end of time Others think of a second life Back here in the world Chances to do…
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Dreams
I dream of dreams Where my imagination runs Enjoying the sunshine and having fun I envision a place Where truth can be My mind can be free And my points can be made I picture a land Where light and dark meet Where in the grey center Life is open and bare …
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Old Father Time
Old Father Time That undefeated foe Yielding to no one Accomplished and bold Yearning for the past In his presence, a mistake His will is absolute Your memories, he will break But old Father Time Is a misunderstood one Looking back on time Is only one side of the play The past…
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The Shadow
The shadow A Grim reflection that stares Like looking into the pale waters Of a lake, calm and bare The shadow knows me He has seen it all He knows that which makes me rise Or that which causes my falls Pinpoint, strategic He bores into my being Pointing out all flaws All…
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Enough
Am I Enough? This question, I ask a lot. It is motivation, and degradation Wrapped into a single plot Am I enough To my family and friends? Do I reach out enough Or do I sit idly on my hands? Am I enough When supporting my wife? Do I provide the things needed…
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Trees
Sometimes, when I can I sit near the trees I sit there and listen To the gentle breeze The whistling sound Of needles of pine in the wind Relaxes my mind And leaves me with a grin The stillness of the moment Allows me a moment of rest I feel in these moments…
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The Quiet
Quiet The space between tasks It’s where I can breathe It’s where I can think It’s where the best version of me can be Quiet It’s where insecurity hides It’s where the questions to myself arise It’s where I feel choked It’s where my worst mirror is seen Quiet It’s liminal It’s where…
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The World in my Hands
I have the world in my handsThis isn’t exaggerationWith one clickI can see anything I want I can learn of faraway landsFrom China to EcuadorI can read stories and see imagesOf culture, tradition, and more I can see peopleAnd learn of their livesI can see the good and badOf their digital time I can see…
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