Letting Poems - Poems about Letting

... "Treasure Box" The etymologist considered themselves singular; like a butterfly collector they pulled the pincushion out from the treasure box and proceeded to captu......Read the rest...

.... Hern purty bedroom eyne glinting blue eye'd mine torso's thump echoed az up her's shouted out the Spring hern gray lock'd twixt mine digits closed "not letting go" i from ......Read the rest...

...The Life Acrostic Poetry Contest Sponsor-Matt Caliri Life can be a blossom It starts with a seed Flourishing and taking root Enduring and then letting go......Read the rest...

...Marvelling in the pink afternoon, pretending to crochet a drawstring. I’ve done it before, at least once before, followed the pattern. Closed the purse. I can’t nearly begin to learn that not all......Read the rest...

...Double pain in my heart The sad I feel tears me apart From my our family I had to band my brother That would of killed our mother The operation didn't hurt this bad Or make me as sad Truth is......Read the rest...

...In the quiet morning, light pierces the dawn, Each ray a soft reminder: Breathe deeply, Step forward without hesitation. Moments cascade like a gentle river, Passing over pebbles, arou......Read the rest...

...We are losing daylight Carry on, carry on I've not yet chosen Whether darkness Lightens my load Conversations Float on air Perhaps me to me There is no right Nor wrong When you expertly ......Read the rest...

...Would you cover me in hydrangeas of healing, when cold is the heavy air I breathe, alone without you, beside me? O’ magnolia-chime, melodiously ricocheting~ above silent fields of Swarovs......Read the rest...

... You're a cannibal, baby, consuming pieces of my heart, chewing on my frailty, and tearing me apart, You're a scavenger, baby, overhead with your eyes honed, peeling layers of my flesh......Read the rest...

... Foreboding of a tempestuous storm, it blackens as it draws near, a cumulonimbus in towering form, extending to the troposphere, So cast off mooring and slacken the line, break free whil......Read the rest...

...Today I realize how much God cares for me. His mercy and unconditional love I clearly see. I'm about to start a new chapter in my life. Letting go of unhappiness and strife. Grateful for being a ......Read the rest...

...I prefer my soup hot and fresh. But sometimes I like to change it up With something cold, like Gazpacho. It's still best fresh but still good when cured. But when it spoils, it's just nasty and d......Read the rest...

...I like my soup fresh. Not that stuff from cans or dried-up in packets. Soup needs time to simmer ... Releasing savory ingredients from around the world That recipes intend to convey. Impossible ......Read the rest...

...I like my soup hot. Slurping the edge of the bowl carefully So as not to get burnt. These aromatic words are better than any drug. But just as addictive ... with no hangover. Though sometimes it......Read the rest...

...“Lee” This one is going to hurt. That is why it has taken me so long to write it, Because a part of me still loves you and thought you would call or write me. I know you need your time; you hav......Read the rest...