Tag: National Poetry Day
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Old Acquaintance
Awakening in the darkness; wanting the night to end. Avoiding the old acquaintance; waiting for a new sunrise.
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Penance
Looking back so many times; wishing the moment was different. Cleaning all the filthy spaces.
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Inside Out
Wiley are the ways. Thoughts of a perfect ending are the illusion. Our imperfections are the unspoken truths. The things we do contradict the things we plan. Our mistakes often reveal our intentions.
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Weathering
The day is more than eccentric. The pressure is more than barometric. The gravel beneath my feet. The pain is very deep. I do not want to walk alone.
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Aging
I once was young, and now I’m old. The voices of others in the room still telling me what to do. Selling ” what’s best” for me; they speak from self-interest and fantasy. Mirrors cracked and displaying my broken image. My identity is lost; only my shadow can seek refuge. The calamity of my thoughts;…
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Expectations
Feeling the ripples of perplexity, so many hands pushing in a different direction. There is no simple solution, whether to fight the currents or go with the flow. The improvement plans designed to build a better future; shared. Those devils in the details. Judgment. It doesn’t matter, it never has.
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Journal
Gaining an hour on the eve of darkness; my fatigue becoming unsolvable. Even with sleep aids, I spend the night tossing and turning. The aches and pain are enough to drive me insane. My apprehensions are to blame. The cold air is foreshadowing a long and tumultuous winter. Maybe I should rip and burn the…
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Withering
Beginnings of an ending; Slow burn of a flame; Heart full of antagonism. Love is dying again.
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Hounds
Demons hiding in the glow of their fluorescent light. Bastards drunk with power, bearing their gifts of despair. Our inheritance they deny. They poison our minds; they torment our lives. We die, for the sake of their wickedness. This soil is ours; the clean air we will breathe, for free. No more paper promises. Let’s…
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Message
It started with a smile; the thoughts of simplicity. Indigo hue day and night. Parted lips unable to speak. A heart beating morse code.
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Gamble
Staring into the eyes of reality. Lessons taught by the stern hand of time. The wars we fought with strong intent. Bullets miss the heart but graze the soul. A void opens between us and the grave. Our tears flow uncontrollably. We cheat death only to lose out on love.
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Later
It’s high noon; my time is up. 3-6-5 counted against me. Running with faith, hope, and charity; I failed miserably. Loyalty is not a reason to stay.
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Transpire
Late into the night, we waited for things to transpire. A moment to restore our faith. Sleep brought about temptation. Holding on to the hope of light, in complete darkness. This morning, the sunrise was absent of sunlight. The sky is dull and gray. “Joy comes in the morning,” words spoken by the optimist. We…
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Lost Marvels
Days spent wasting time looking for green grass on the other side. Instead finding lies because there’s no grass at all. I close my eyes Becoming invisible to the world exploring imaginations inside my naïve mind. To dream amazing things. To live astonishing ways. To be extraordinary. Lost among the marvels; experiencing the childlike wonderment…
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Deception
The speckles of dust riding along the sunbeams. The air is unfiltered; breathing in the lies. Sometimes, I see myself in your reflection. I recognize the emotional turmoil we keep to ourselves and allow to slip onto paper from time to time. Yes, I see you very clearly. I wonder whether you have noticed yet…
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Eros
Waves washing gently upon the shores; cloudy printed sky. I keep thinking about her toes, in the sand. Dawn becoming dusk; seeing the moonlight on the sea. She left me anticipating our tomorrow, along her footprints.
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