Roots Poems - Poems about Roots

look at the world as an inverted tree the myriad forms here branches and leaves in heaven are the roots which we don’t see wondrous is the magic God Himself weaves to find out who we are, we must reboot detached from outcomes, mode embrace-release that thus doing nothing, we reach the root transformed as love and light when desires cease in...

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Letters from Borrowed Ground 'Part One' --- To: Myself (Three Years Ago) Date: Every Night Status: Never Finished Focus: Warning Dear Dreamer, Tonight, I dig up buried footsteps, each stone beneath my feet heavy with goodbye. The coffee grows cold in my cup as I write this at 3 AM, watching snow fall on a street whose name I still can't pronounce. You...

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There are two vital gifts we can give our children… two important things…. The first would be to give them roots… the second would be wings. The roots we give them grow out of love and acceptance… and knowing, when needed, you will always be nearby… Their wings they get when we help them believe in themselves and give them confidence to...

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Roots Without Soil I. I keep my mother's spoon in my suitcase— silver worn thin from stirring cardamom tea, its handle curved like her thumb pressing into my palm those last mornings. Now I stir instant coffee with plastic, the bitter dust settling like ash from stations where no train returns. II. The grocery clerk asks for my name twice. I spell it slowly, letter by...

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The palace of love we built ~ when our blood still flowed very warm in our veins, is now a crumbled castle — its walls with peeled paints and decayed wood; a jaded clock and faded photographs ...

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f i r m handshake of S u m m e r leaves and branches frivolous……..carefree the caress of the breeze impressive t a l l sturdy oaks tee hees in the heat, swing twisting flowers ci r c l e a r o u n d playfully near the roots, still dependent on parents comes the first...

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We forget we are like trees, our roots run deep, and far they reach Unseen they mostly are, hidden out of side, so deep Some forget them, and their histories and from where they came Their mothers, mothers, mothers name And their fathers, fathers, fathers name. These roots our foundation, have many names Without them,...

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We forget we are like trees, our roots run deep, and far they reach Unseen they mostly are, hidden out of side, so deep Some forget them, and their histories and from where they came Their mothers, mothers, mothers name And their fathers, fathers, fathers name. These roots our foundation, have many names Without them,...

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I remember a blessing we were given as first-time parents… that became our parental battle cry: Together may you give your children roots to grow and wings to fly. But having been parents and grandparents for a while now we’ve come to realize two things… about those gifts we give our children…about their roots and wings. Our thinking has evolved as...

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We were once a tide, rushing in pulling back with the rhythm of trust Now, the ocean feels quieter its whispers lost between us I used to need your voice like air in a drowning chest but now silence feels less like absence and more like a friend I’d forgotten Living apart has drawn maps on us lines of independence territories of solitude I see you...

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O, my country, devoured by the shadows of beasts weaving through the roots of time, On your white roads, leading to villages where sadness finds a home under roofs of silence, With the beggar's sack hanging from the weary shoulders of clouds, carrying rains of memories, Today, God wanders through you again, like a silent pilgrim seeking faith...

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Some see your for your beauty But I only see the pain No one at all can see inside Life travels on just like a train So strong you are, so full of life But there's something they can't know Deep inside the roots, a ghost through each season darkness grows A face so unforgiving guilt builds just like a trap It sucks you in,...

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A fleeting glance into a dream A moment so pure and so bright Two energies intertwined Arms wrapped around bodies A mere physical show Of a melding of souls Roots of our Past, present, and future Snake together through our fingertips Almost to tell the universe we exist Pressed into each other We share this experience...

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Pattie! With every breath I am a straight line from point A to B, An unwavering flame with dreams to be free. Like the sun’s ascent, relentless and bold, Or the sunset's glow, quiet but whole. Let me be me, let me breathe, let me rise. Following my dreams beneath shifting skies. Time’s fleeting touch whispers goodbye, Yet I...

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My Roots Pluck at my green leaves Devour my fruit with gusto Hack at my bark all day Carve your name on my trunk My roots remain steadfast Snip at my blossoms Relish in its colours and scent Stroke my buds and wait Swing on my boughs with glee My roots remain steadfast This is my identity This is what defines me Makes me unique Makes me bold My roots...

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