Reshaping Poems - Poems about Reshaping

...Ghostly fear forms, a dark gossamer web, caged my consciousness once cradled by bliss but try as I might, my pain did not ebb, hurtling me down a bottomless abyss. Feeling grie......

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...He never questioned the weight behind his eyes until the day he finally woke up. For as long as he could remember, the mud had been a part of him. A thick, caked crust beneath his skin that h......

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... a roar that swallows the petty grievances of shore white teeth gnashing at the stubborn sand each surge a lifetime beginning in the deep cresting with furious purpose then surrendering ......

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...There are some things that you can do to make your heart-felt dream come true, you have to fight to survive for your dream to come alive, the will is more powerful than the mind so keep the vision cl......

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... A word, a traitor, escaped the fortress of my teeth, a rogue syllable, a rebel sound. It danced, a clumsy jester, in the silence that followed, a ripple in the still pond of conversation. ......

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... The tectonic tremor, not of crust, but of spirit, a fault line fracturing the smooth facade of days. Sudden, the seismic shift, a stutter in the rhythm, cobalt cracks bloom across the porcel......

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...#This_burden Heavy walls of endurance crumbles on me. On my last kick of a dying horse. I don't want to be a statistic, for I too, from a woman I was carved, Not immune to pain and hurt. It's......

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... Among her many talents Deborah loves to quilt. Watching her piece one together the other day…I started thinking… how it’s the same way a family is built. Two people meet…they fall in love…and ......

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...Look at the clouds in the sky above Puffy, vaporous, fluffy stuff, Ephemeral, illusionary, ever-changing A moving mass, reshaping before our eyes. Billowing blotches spreading like ink on blotti......

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...Beauty has an expectation. It can be damaging and filled with infactuation. Growing up in a world of a certain dedicated beauty, It can be confusing. Beauty is defined at first in a home. It is i......

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...In this arid tang of human sea, I’m quite desperate to find my smell, since I was never alone in my whole life and I could never capture a quieter darker corner of mine to unveil the gasket of mind a......

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...When our worlds collide, it’s as if the cosmos bows in reverence. Your touch—a comet streaking across my skin, awakening stars long dormant within. Butterflies take flight, their wings brushin......

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...What might be your perfect way to awake with joy and gratitude each morning within this new day old way of opportunity and mourning? This morning's epic re-awakening into Beloved Paradise op......

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...Is your soul waking? (A lone voice whispers) Every day, do people look for a life-changing truth but has it become commercial A new rehearsal by an old hidden hand For that truth, The ......

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...A dormant bud bursts into flower. A seed bursts its coat, to germinate. The sun breaks through clouds, to dawn a new day A caterpillar pupates, to emerge as a butterfly, beautiful. Metamorphosis ......

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