Tag: National Poetry Day
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Damaged
I’ve forgotten the words. Sunlight is fading so soon. Falling was impactful. More than I realized.
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Alignment
Cosmic phenomena without explanation. Knots along the shaded threads. A horizon tied to ambiguous moments tempered by the hand of God. Time is no longer linear. Losing my way within the dreams. My mind is shaken; my soul is stirred. Staring at packages of truth. Hefty secrets taken by the angels. Revelation within my grasp.
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Wounded
Collapsing dreams in the sudden storm. Awakening beneath the lies. Remembering those faces. Absorbing the pain. Helping hands extended then taken away. Wanting to remove the stench of sorrow from battered flesh. Hoping these wounds will bleed out the darkness.
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Simple Finale
The thought of growing old in this world concerns me. This life of constant judgment and turmoil is not my Utopia. We are left with the maddening ways of an untoward generation. Life’s finale grows in complication. I wish for a simple ending; to reach my destination on this inward journey.
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Year of the Dog
A beautiful landscape. Scents on the plain; trailing good fortune Misreading the path, people, places, and things. Misleading instead. A menacing sunset. Night devours the day; flailing in hopelessness. Watching the path; planning, observing, thinking. Waiting, for redemption.
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Destroyed
I remember the day, The words etched in stone. Breathe. I remember the quiet, The air remaining still. Breathe. I remember the moment, The calm before the storm.
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Falling Grace
Autumn’s procession towards the cleansing. Mistakes of behavior exposing the wounds. Harvesting the abundant grace; Winter is coming soon.
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Twisted
In constant motion, This vagabond’s journey. Seeking those answers; Always learning. Lost in my mind. A very simple plan. Many will relate; None will understand.
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Calm
Marooned beneath the clouds Finally, the rain subsides; Embracing the sun. ———- Riding gentle flows Surrender to the motion Peace over the falls
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Turning Point
Annoyed by the light dusting of precipitation; expected something more profound. The lingering humidity, an unpleasant reminder of this disappointment.
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Shallow
Cloudy skies whisper the promise of rain. Someone shows the slightest bit of interest, raising our hopes and creating sweet expectations. Is there any depth to the sentiment? Was it just a cordial moment? The sequence of quiet steps leading to complete silence. Our mind soaking in riddles. Our hearts floating on disappointments. These feelings…
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Figments
Numbness, the feeling is indescribable. The soul burns. That smell, so recognizable. Nothing is real; a work of fiction replacing the norm. The charred pieces of forgotten sacrifices. Not every situation has closure just accept the ambiguous ending.
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Blindsided
Tiny windows; Thoughts distracted. Knowledge failing; Day’s reaction. Devils lurking; sunlight blinding. Expectations.
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End of Days
The heat of unexpected delimmas begin to subside. The waves no longer crashing on this broken frame. Those moments of misleading portrayals and righteous denials, forgiven. Daylight is starting to fade. Summer watched my public shame; Autumn will heal this overwhelming pain.
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Eve O’Lution
We spoke on misguided terms. A journey planned without regards. Your visit is a guilt trip. That scheming play on words. You are a deceitful woman. Believing we couldn’t see the truth. Now you’re feigning innocence; Using mental abuse. You still don’t get it. You’re not the boss of me; You never were.
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Five-Oh
I have spent several months assessing and appraising the details of my life. The investment in the worthless, believing in good ideas. The consumate overachiever wanting to prove that I can get the job done. I constantly look back at the disappointing outcomes. A complication is begging for confrontation. Mental cues are receiving a miscommunication.…
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Lame
Fractured smiles seeking hope. Limping along the crooked lines. Broken at the center of affection. Crippled for the sake of love.
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Scratches
The mirror doesn’t lie Despite the shattered pieces. Reflections of truth slicing Beneath the skin. An unbearable sight both before and after. The devastation fades But the scratches remain Promises and warnings; Reminders of the pain.
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Grateful
A child’s wish in the morning. Chalk drawn imaginations on the blank pavement. Story’s told along the clouds. Fables and fairytales. Musical delights. Joy indescribable. An old man’s dream in the night.
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