Faith Free Verse Poems

In my father's garment, I wear nobility, I wear a wound of light,
When dusk descends, reflection opens its secret gates,
In the boxes of parallel illusions,...

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Deceit's bitter taste lingers like burial rice cooked in familiar space
The sharp edge of betrayal cuts deep from within, a wound that never heals
Innocence fades...

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I’ve known my mother 
since before I had a shape,
when my soul — a seed of silent stars,
was still searching for its furrow.

I was an...

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--BlossomMonyei--
Walk by faith not sight
What if I fall?
What if I stumble?
In this darkest night.

My faith is weak
In volumes fear speaks
Show me your face
My doubts will...

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Lots to write~ the subject, Night!
Night reveals and covers…
illuminates, and draws shades.
Some insist on dark for intimacy…
while I prefer to navigate by stars. 
...

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Is There Light?

Is there light in the darkness?
Is there hope in the grief?
Is there health in the sickness?
Is there peace in the strife?
Oh! The questions...

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They told you the dark was empty,
that space was a cold hush
with nothing to say
but they were wrong.

The silence between stars
is not silence at all,
but...

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Why read Walt Whitman?
Because he writes majestic poems,
Luminous for who has a heart wounded by life,
Because he loves America and its men,*
That he writes that...

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There are people who take what they want
pez dispensers of pain and suffering
gleaning never planting
rapists of confidence 
of fresh air...
staining the soul of everything
tumors in...

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Am I wrong? 
Always drifting left when the world turns right,  
Like a compass drawn to storms instead of light.  

Am I wrong?...

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Once blown to darkness
No moon nor stars
Only rocks and planets
What else can be done?

Once met a prince
Thought stuck forever
No faith nor hope
That will be saved

A...

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Upon my graduation from MIT,
they didn’t hand me a diploma.
They handed me a mask—
and a seat at the table of shadows.

They called me Director,
but in...

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In the echoes of the night the one lonesome sound of a train not knowing where it’s bound 
It rolls on past the towns the...

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The classroom is a quiet forge,
and I, a blade in silent fire—
shaped by care, tempered in calm,
honed to serve a brighter purpose.

But into this heatswept...

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My darling, my love 
I'm hopeless in love with you
In your arms, I yearn for your touch
I found who you truly are.
I trust you as...

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