Option Poems - Poems about Option

There was a dreary blip in my life I feared two depressing outcomes The first, hell I separate myself from societal pressures I accept who I am I let go of all that abuse that has kept me who I was I let go of hiding behind a hundred carefully tailored masks Just so one may approve of me But in return I risk...

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There are nights I want to tell him. Nights I want to break down completely and admit that this doesn’t end the way he thinks it will. I imagine his face if I said it out loud. That I’m dying, that no medicine will undo it, that the slow fade has already begun. I imagine...

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He knows almost everything. He knows how the migraines come in waves, how they paint lightning behind my eyes and leave me curled in corners, whispering nonsense through the static in my head. He knows how my legs give out without warning, how my balance slips like a thread snapping,...

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The sickness is quiet, like the way winter creeps in. First with a chill, then with a silence so heavy it makes your ears ring. I carry it in my bones, in the soft tissue of my ribs, in the tiny thread between heartbeats that whispers: it’s not much longer...

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You are not an option but a choice, and you will be till the end, I never thought I'll say you this but now you mean much more than just a friend! When I look at you, I get lost in those beautiful eyes, I want to keep looking but the time flies I keep on waiting for your reply for your...

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When life brings us what it brings us We must never ignore the option of UP Look up Get up Stand up Sit up Climb up Lift up Firm up Rise up Step up Rouse up Stir up Move up Scale up Gather up Regardless of what life brings us Recovery follows when we explore the option of UP ...

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friends from an other mother ties mightier than blood we gather here and there the family we deserve AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 4, 2025...

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Freedom provides the option To thrive while unrestrained By individual circumstances By the self-serving demands of others By our own compelling pain Freedom provides an opening For truth to roam free Sometimes hurting, sometimes humbling, sometimes healing Sometimes returning to its owner A long-lost key Freedom provides an opportunity To test the boundaries of our souls To examine the framework of our egos To recalculate the sum of...

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War War is not an option. A way of life ruined by death and destruction for those who don’t make the decisions when and where to fight someone who the leaders don’t like or want to conquer. In the end, no one comes out the winner. ...

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I never thought about being here, Merely as an option. To someone, I can’t adore But also to the one I can’t bestow. These waves of misperceptions, Creates a sense of insecurity, As I juggle myself back and forth. Those hearty chapters now come to an end. My broken pieces are craving to be restored, But your hammer of rejection, Knocks me down as I...

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you can't be enthused graphite write verse of my happiness be eraser of solace scrub my scarred sorrow ...

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Between life and swords I prefer both circumstance Love's eternal words....

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My depression is deep and dark and many mile's wide, As the oceans I've swam, where other's have simply just died. A little about the mental health professional people I've met And yes I still see, No one will offer me a safe stable place where I can be safe and live like you and still be free. Are those like...

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If you can't become a creative quill to write a poem of my joy and happiness, be an empathy eraser of solace to swab the scribble of my sorrow and pain. ...

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down into the valley of doubt, my demons haunt hauling in all mannerisms with glaring despair My nights just day without light in the glee, hopes and dreams In my human spirit is the mystery of life with a racing mind; this cruel world where hard work never pay with frustrations; a daily dose Then I sit up...

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