My Poems - Poems about My

to be of use without abuse there’s no excuse a bit obtuse? well-cooked my goose? slide on the noose? that I refuse! slip on my shoes spread the news do not confuse it’s not a ruse but what I choose I’ve paid my dues ...

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"The essence of art is to recapture the fantasy and the imagination of a child again, but without the innocence of a child." ~Romare Bearden she had been reaching for all the wrong stars and told a dream would not take her far she never allowed her imagination to let go of her hand fear keeping her near on safe,...

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My Trauma Wears Crocs My trauma wears Crocs— bright yellow, with stickers peeling off. It doesn’t care how serious you want life to look. It clomps into therapy, kicks its feet, asks if there’s snacks. It’s loud at the wrong time, laughs when I’m crying, sits beside me on the floor and says, “We’re not going anywhere, are we?” I thought healing would wear silk. Turns out,...

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My Favourite Fantasy Dream/ entry for the Fantasy Contest...

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Dear younger me, You won’t understand this yet, but the world doesn’t stay kind. You don’t know it yet, but your smile will crack in places, no one can see. You’ll carry weight meant for two instead of one. Still blaming yourself for breaking everyday. One day you will look back, Not with pride, Not with peace, But with a trembling softness...

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I woke up this morning from a dream. On the coffee table, I saw a magazine - my father's Field and Stream, and I remembered how he wanted to take me to a place he went with his own father in an earlier time and space, to nature's rugged, wild Elysian fields, where boys and men could bond, like a...

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Child of the stars, my voice carries you through the cosmic darkness, We speak of sparkling children, burned by the golden light of ambitions, Childhoods scattered among book pages, too wise, too bright, Stars of the neighborhood, shining like gods among mortals, They make you feel divinity flowing through your veins like a river of light, But tell me, do...

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i can entertain myself every day painting cartooning writing I like being alone im unconcerned about other people my retirement is great i am free to just be...

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MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS STABLE OF CORRUPT CITY OFFICIALS HE ADORED SLEEPING WITH HUDING OUT IN THE RAMADA INN THESE FEMALE AGENTS WERE TREACGEROUSLY JEALOUS OF OUR MARRIAGE THEY BEGAN IN TAMPA STRIP CLUBS BREAKING INTO MY HOME LEAVING TERRORISTS THREATS DANITA DELMONT AGENT DANIELLE DESMOND DANIELLE VENSIR TALISA SHAW OF BANK OF AMERICA ALISHA...

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I love to cherish IMAGINATION , wish to DREAM on fantastic fantasy. Might be it is my HALLUCINATION, yet I enjoy on extreme ecstasy. My muse offers VISUALIZATION accepted as the best blss...

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The sparkling dawn lights up my heart’s horizon, spreads the sunburst colors with the lattice of longing on the fervent garden blooming with my love, swathing the facsimile of your florid face. The patina of rose flushes your fervent facade, glittering with the grandeur of charismatic petals. Rhapsodic wind blows in the meadow of my heart, as you become mine, I...

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Fantasy Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France 18/6/25 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I love you, though I haven't met you. You will be part of everything I do. You are my fantasy. You are the world to me. You are not in my IMAGINATION, It requires no explanation. You are as real as can be. In my DREAM, my REVERIE. I knew you would come into...

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I remember the night he tore me from light, From the home of a friend to the jaws of the night. A grip like a vice, no mercy, no grace, My head in a whirl, blood drained from my face. He cursed as he dragged me by handfuls of hair, Shoved me toward steel with a murderous glare. He swore...

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The world is quiet here Yet growing louder by the day Renting paradise from vultures Split amongst two flavors of instability I clamored and dreamed for that golden armor That title that would cement my name in history To be a "hero" to someone I'd lose contact with forever Scars fade, and eternity is short I saw my dreams given flesh No gaps left...

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My life's a fcking mess, watching myself rapidly digress it's outta control.. I'm so f*king stressed I so badly want to change But I'm already way too far from success I let out a huge sigh and stop holding my breath Think to myself "what the frickin heck" And just go with the flow That I'm pretty sure nobody really knows So stuck in...

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