Best Journal Poems

Yes, that is the role of the Teacher, as Shams was to
me – showing one ‘who they are’, so they can stop
bleating, crying at night, and never again be afraid.
Rumi

Oh beloved,
I'm like Rumi without Shams.
A shivering summer soul,
secretly stalked by wild white winter wolves.
A chiffon...

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“It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.”
David Levithan

I will forever be as pure
as white virgin fibres,
in your onyx 
field of ravens.
When the 
star-crossed 
silhouette of 
bleeding ink,
ricochets like 
vindictive arrows,
within your...

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"Although I'm familiar with the art of poetry,
no one has inspired my muse
to inscribe my own journal. -
so I placed my soul in her hands."  Silent One

I used to be a journal,
daily dips of ink dripped
deep into my dilapidated soul.
Supporting sorrows of the one 
who...

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she's being read
notes she wrote down
              in her
      tattered journal
    to wake moribund
           memories
...

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"As water flows down when a faucet is turned on, thoughts and feelings pour out into a journal cleansing the heart" ~ By Poet

I keep a journal, a treasure chest of memories.
Where I record each day’s activities
Where I divulge my innermost secrets

As my feelings overflow...

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left wanting more than I can offer myself
  this forced camaraderie 
        doesn't improve my vision
    I block out the entire world
           for the...

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85TH BIRTHDAY –
Journal IX

Nostalgia figures no
time span
An event of many,
many years seems no
more
      than a few
Looking out on the
world with the same
eyes
Memory is tricked
Ah yes that, but
wishfulness too

Events      colors
take on a magical
gleam
The mind-body
frolics with actions
of...

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In the dusty cobwebs of my inspirational mind,
I’ve written volumes of scripted details, pondered
Epic thoughts, and let mine imagination roam the
Fields of complete abandonment.
A wild child of freedom’s reckless spirit, I’m dived
Head first into the untamed wilderness of the human
Stratosphere, seeking beyond the unknown country
Of...

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Slowly drifting, drifting away, and it feel likes I’m drowning.
I'm drowning, my eyes are drowning every time they surf into the world of pleasure, 
Seas and seas of bodies creating electricity  yet God hasn’t struck me for such sin,
Come closer, Come closer, I freeze...

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The thoughts flowed freely
In the diary 
Keeping memories
Intact in the mind










Nayda Ivette
11-20-2015...

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All alone she sat and cried, 
The hurt she felt she could not hide.
The man she loved was sleeping around,
And what hurt most he made a journal in which she found.

She had trusted him with all her heart, 
Then finds out he had been cheating...

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I am a man not at all eternal,
but eternally deep as my soul is rising.
I am devising my demise;
I am breaking my disguises with my own bleeding fists.
I am having fits of madness, and my madness is joy.
Oh, what joy there is in madness.
Truly, when...

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“In the journal, I am at ease.” — Anaïs Nin


Crisp, like the autumn whose blazing dreams
Softly whisper into the moments,
Embracing the night and kissing the dew on dawn,
Resembling a silent promise for gentle that is never wrong,
Gentle in the calmest heart, a psalm,
Tender and long,...

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Every moment is fleeting fast 
The present will soon become past 
God has gifted this time to man 
To live and use for a short span

 Our clock slowly ticking away
 Minutes and seconds not to stay
 What's done for God is eternal
 Infinite gift...

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a life’s work encapsulated in poetry
wisdom wrought through forgiveness and acceptance
bitter-sweet moments endured and embraced
the journal is nearing completion 
it lies open in her gnarled hand
the old pencil stub, now blunt
gossamer petals of 
the wintersweet drift
onto the page 
its sweet scent
in the 
air
...

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