Tag: Poetry
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The World in Your Arms
Have you ever held the world in your arms? I have, and it is a powerful feeling The world arrived small, fragile and scared I could feel the warmth of it It stuck to my arms And left its mark on my heart The world seemed light, but the weight began to set It…
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Stones
I pick up stones Through my life every day Some stick on my back While others fall away The stones that stay Add weight to my back Over time I notice them more And feel my bones start to crack More and more The stone pile grows The pressure on my back Begins to show…
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The Room in my Heart
There’s a room in my heart That I kept to myself Secrets inside All sat on a shelf As I grew older, I shared this space For some, they treated it with care They saw the contents They understood what laid bare Others, however, peeked into the zone They did not understand the meaning They laughed,…
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Clown Logic
Clown logic is the rule of the dayThings like reason and nuanceSlowly but surelyVanish and Fade away In its place, something concerningInstead of reason, we have dogmainstead of thought, zealotryDread from the people, all consuming Left, right, and centerIt doesn’t matter what sideNo longer do we reach for compromiseNow, instead, the neighbor is the enemy Wider and WiderThe…
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Streams
There are calm streamsThat run in your mindIf you search in your headThey’re quite easy to find The gentle streamsof affirmations are thereThey nestle their waterand fill your lungs with air The streams can soon overrunAs the current of lifebegins to bring its harsh watersOf the calm streaming thoughts Soon the stream becomes a torrentof…
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Snow
The fresh snow fallsOn a cool winter’s nightWhat a peaceful calmWhat a relaxing sight From a slow fallTo a steady streamThe snow collectsAnd blankets the scene More and moreThe snow compoundsNow the roads are goneand movement has sound Up and upThe blanket climbsTill the rooftops are goneAnd the snow is sky high Here in my…
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Photo
I have a photoThat sits still in my brainA photo of myselfFull, true, and plain It used to lie gleamingFresh and newUntainted by ageGlowing with hue Over time The photo agesThe corners tearAnd the colors are faded As I get olderI lose sight of the imageI forget why I took itIn its place, others emerge Outsider’s…
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A World Without Light
Imagine a world without lightEndless darknessDim, dreary, denseA place where evil breathes Now imagine a world without dark Infinite whiteBright, blinding, bareA place where nothing is questioned Can you see?A world cloaked in shadowA world drowned in lightBoth lost in their extremes Light can’t be cherished without darkDark can’t be known without lightFor the world…
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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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