Category: Poetry
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Tell me it’s okay to fly
Tell me it’s ok to fly when everyone else is on the ground Tell me it’s not wrong to try even though others don’t understand why I can’t stay where they are 🕊️🕊️🕊️ Tell me it’s ok to touch the sky to keep reaching upwards Tell me I needn’t comply with how others think I…
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Sunset in Utah
Baby blue fading into darkening violet layered with plush looking pink white clouds aloft wispy and dwindling the blue sky above still barely lit for the hazy sun has not yet exited by dipping below the steady horizon one last display of pastel colors before night pulls her dark cloak over the painted sky. ©…
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I didn’t know your name, but it kills me all the same
~I didn’t know your name but it kills me all the same~ 🖤 a life gone too fast dreams that didn’t get a chance cut violently short by a killer with a gun 🖤 empty desks half written papers water flasks overturned pencils askew 🖤 in the cafeteria a cheese sandwich left unfinished milk growing…
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The dreams fades
The dream fades a lil’ more with each passing day seeming more ridiculous more far fetched more far away… ~~~ drowning in the responsibilities and mundane tasks of adult existence exhaustion is my new best friend not the dreams I once had ~~~ but sparks of creativity keep forcing themselves through the ashes that linger…
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I feel like crying but no tears will come out
I feel like crying but no tears will come out I’ve become so numb to the pain of this world and the agony in my own heart. ~~~ I turn up the music with loud, pounding drums and screaming guitars until it’s pulsing through my head ‘til my thoughts are drowned out because it hurts…
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Rock in the creek
I happened upon a rock today in a creek I was passing by barely peeking above the fast, rushing waters stubbornly yet futilely holding out. I surveyed the creek and observed smooth stones the water was rushing over that were once jagged rocks that had been polished with time and thrust down the creek despite…
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When will my spring come
Feeling like I’m trapped in eternal winter frozen and numb barely carrying on wondering when the thaw of spring will come when will it be my time to shine when will I feel something more than just exhausted and depressed all the time when will the warmth and longer days of summer arrive that make…
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Grief
🖤 Grief It’s the price you pay for having loved someone deeply. It’s the wound that never fully heals that you carry with you to your grave. 🖤 Although they say time heals all wounds this isn’t true with the grief of losing someone. Grief is the never ending wound the replayed memories and remembrances …
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Red poem
What do you think of when you think of the color red? Do you think of rebels or blood that was shed? Do images of bright crimson apples fill your head? Freshly squeezed pulp from a tomato crushed? Cherry lips and scarlet cheeks daintily blushed? Valentine cards and ruby colored foil on chocolate hearts? What…
