Discovery Poems - Poems about Discovery

I’m on your lap in a photo I no longer have— a toddler with a borrowed brush, my hand caught mid-daub on your canvas. It was staged, of course— your painting for a calendar on the easel in front of us like the month you gave me a tool of your craft and I mistook it for permission— but my brush didn’t paint like yours. Sometimes I wonder if you...

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Never Safe I’ve never felt safe, if I may be so bold, No warm shelter from nights so cold If walls were strangers, far or near, This silent place was built from fear. Their smiles were teasing, sharp and sly, Their hug a blade, an unspoken lie. I’ve had to breathe without a sound, Hid my tears, kept pain unbound. At night I whispered...

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Juicy Couture Juicy Couture Dont make ish like this no more Bring back good fashion SHEIN is tired Wool, silk, linens Put polyester in a fire The fads have faded Trends are tired Give us proper clothes Our situation is dire This waste, this consumption Our society is plagued This greed, this hunger Buying through guilt and rage A human hole Fill it with stuff Emotions take hold Fill it with fluff No...

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I sat where the ferns stood guard— solemn sentries on wood pedestals— my back pressed against her bookcase, cradled in the soft hush of the window seat as snow rehearsed its silence just beyond the glass. Like a priestess reading spells I turned the musty pages of her herbal catalog— wild ginger, mandrake, devil’s claw, some deadly and some to heal— and I whispered their names...

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It’s been a long time since I’ve ventured into this new studio of mine— dust has settled like ashes on the unshelved books and the jars of brushes still packed away in boxes that intimidate me. Since I’m already here I might as well unpack one carton of my past. I slit the tape on a box labeled Miscellaneous, not knowing what I’ll find. Inside, a parrot, a toucan, some...

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My head has always been made of glass, and inside it lives a faint idea of who I am. She used to be a silhouette, but even then she wasn’t very defined. In eighth grade, I believed that she lived in the shadows, because showing herself felt heavier than living in the trenches of our own mind. In a way, she was...

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Today I discovered the sun Not that the sun was ever invisible Not that the sun was ever lost Not that the sun was ever elusive Not that the sun was ever obscured by an unattainable cost Today I discovered the sun When I removed the blinds from my windows So that the sun could find me ...

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Emergence And Layers Everyone has layers Unknown layers… are mysteries of your soul Peeling back layers brings you closer to your core and soul Revealing your core shines light on your soul Your core and soul emerges for others to see and feel You are known… Sherry Barton ...

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I want to climb mountains high. Before they start falling from the sky. I will pray for every hater. And be like my creator. I don’t want to live in regret. I want to accomplish the goals I set. And soar beyond the streams. Where pain is a distant dream. I want to be one with my creator. And live like my savior. Turn down...

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If God is hateful explain where love comes from. If God is your equal, define the body and how each piece flows as one, and recreate it. If God is betrayal convince me your life is done, that you're not just undone, but unfinished. If God is pure punishment explain replenishment, recuperation and recovery. Your discovery of God is not set in stone and neither is mine. So give Him...

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Self-discovery I have been robbed of the joy well deserved, The golden confidence beneath, The inner peace. I have been robbed of a voice, treasured Caged, and echoing behind my rib cage. What a long journey of discovery, Discovery of wealth carried in me. And now I am a walking art, Built from fragments of my broken past. I peeped through my destiny, In between blank...

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Each day I stand before the glass, A meeting where truths unmask. She waits for me with patient eyes, Reflecting what I oft despise. She shows me depths I never knew, What I’ve ignored, what I misconstrue. Her silent empathy, her tender care, She cries for me, always there. “It is okay, mate,” her whispers say, Guiding me through shadows grey. At times I hate,...

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I hear the sound of clanging and banging from a distant source Like an orchestra of metal pots that have fallen on the kitchen floor which brings a ringing to my inner ear then a low vibration comes as I stand still This frequency happens frequently transmitting a language I've yet to unveil Creating a magnetic peace during its stay One...

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The Unmoored Ship I waltz through the ship, Yet not dancing like the eerie drizzle in my mind, While footprints dissolve into the quiet embrace of the deck. The laborers pace back and forth, Hauling their burdens— Just like me, struggling to steady my steps, Misaligned with my thoughts. I beg the tranquil wind Not to whisper my prophecy to the sky, But the sky...

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Like a seed Planted for a tree, I grow and grow My back, strong and tall Through thorns and thistles. You can't tell me I've not been through enough And I still won't go through some things more. But I'll flourish like a palm tree Just like the Psalms said Under the gentle care of the vine grower Clinging unto the branches Well aware of how...

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