Family
Grief is an Animal
I will not discuss how you went, Not how I found you, nor the tears that I spent. I will not talk about the sound I made,
Valerie TaylorPublished 2 days ago in PoetsI NEVER REALLY KNEW HIM
I NEVER REALLY KNEW HIM Introvert to introvert ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Mom said we were very much alike – Me and my old dad.
Margaret BrennanPublished 2 days ago in Poets- AI-Generated
SPARK
The flame of creativity, it flickers with grace A spark of imagination, that lights up the space A burning desire, to bring ideas to life
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The door of opportunity
The door of opportunity, it swings open wide A threshold of promise, where our dreams reside A chance to explore, the unknown and the new
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The river of resilience
The river of resilience, it flows like a stream A winding path of perseverance, that leads to our dream A current of courage, that carries us through
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The Mirror
The mirror of mindfulness, it reflects our true face A window to wisdom, that shows us our place A reflection of reality, that reveals our heart's grace
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The garden of gratitude
The garden of gratitude, it blooms in our heart A flower of appreciation, that never departs A bouquet of blessings, that we hold tight
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Breeze
The breeze of blessings, it whispers low A gentle reminder, of the love that we know A soft caress of comfort, that soothes our soul
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Siren's
The waves of wonder, they crash on the shore A soothing serenade, that we adore A symphony of secrets, that the ocean holds dear
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Heal our heart's pain
The whispers of wisdom, they echo through time A gentle breeze, that carries the rhyme A soft voice of guidance, that speaks to our soul
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The journey of life
The journey of life, a path we must roam A winding road, that leads us back home A trail of moments, that shape our way A story of love, that's written each day
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A palette of emotions
The canvas of life, a masterpiece so fine A work of art, that's uniquely divine A brushstroke of moments, that color our days