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Allow me talk about death
For I know a day will surely come when he will visit me A day will come when he will take away all my loved ones and family
Acknowledgment Of Realism
This beloved imperfection of love Has embodies the tension of Our aching Hearts. As sweet as the Soul may devour Agony as Christmas
Hold The Cinnamon
I grew up poor, but I didn’t know it, lived in a shack and later a trailer, Mama was tired but she didn’t show it, living on tips that paid for our dinner.
Tammy CastlemanPublished about a month ago in PoetsWhat Were We Thinking?
It's not simple, no step-by-step, no book on a shelf, a conversation eye to eye, a mother's answer, a father's certainty, a kiss at sunset, a bad choice righted, it's done, it's present, it's lasting, it's pain; it happened, it was, it changed you, it changed me, us, them, then, now and always. Words emptied into sighs, skies return to blue, endless, wander, wonder, was, is, could, maybe, only if's. Time, flying flawlessly like diving gulls, towering above one minute, swooping down into the depths of cold, green seas, tossing up a catch, feeding their newness screeching from the nest. Alone, every single atom feels the heart's imprint, good, bad, unknowing, what was yearned for, how it was sought, how it broke us into small bits of flesh to nourish our hunger for something, different, better, less or just kinder? You are who you are, your manner, your dress, hidden, or confessed, it's all ready, to unwrap, release, okay to live for. Don't pull away, nor withhold your dreams, your breath is mine, too. Let them pray, or cry, flail in their naivety; let go, surrender to the beauty of being here as you are, with or without me, them, approval or questions. On their knees, wanting desperately for us to be something other than who we are, it's their lack of Spring, of falling in love, their mourning regret. Never ours to behold.
Walk In The Woods
I don't bring a compass or a map when I venture into the woods. I just walk, and walk, and walk. Maybe I'll wind my way around to the next house over, the garden now overgrown and the occupant now far away. There'll be no friendly hello or offer of tea if I step out there anymore.
Kelsey ClareyPublished about a month ago in PoetsLetting Go
There are things I'll never give back. Things I'm meant to keep, like this little tear in my heart caused,
Sandra MatosPublished 2 months ago in Poets- First Place in The Dragon Beside Me Challenge
No Woman is an Island
I take the light scarf from my bookcase and unfold it, the sun passing through the red roses and their green leaves that stretch across a black background.
S. C. AlmanzarPublished about a month ago in Poets Time and Space
Everyone searches for a voice that says yes in the dark. Of my soul, it says little but needs much: hands, money, silk. It settles for a dream and a word,
So I will
I'm rearranging my pieces, scrambling and unscrambling them, shifting and shoving. Some got bent, twisted into the wrong
Heather HublerPublished 2 months ago in PoetsMini Pizzas
Kshh, Kshh, Kshh. Shhhhhhhh! I whisper-yell at my brother Hoping not to wake, mother Thunk, he places it on a small plate
Donna Fox (HKB)Published about a month ago in PoetsDear Women
Dear Women. Thanks to you we have the gift of life. I appreciate you for choosing me and giving life. What are we without our women? Something that won’t stand long. A woman is the reason I can always stand strong.
Joe PattersonPublished 2 months ago in PoetsRime Covered
Neural winds flowing empty unable to latch on to anything worthy scouring the land for better rhymes and worldly
Mohammed DarasiPublished about a month ago in Poets