Shedding Poems - Poems about Shedding

sequestered in a somber sepulchre where I relinquish dead memories and iced nightmares upon resting ivy, twisted with rotting thistle I'm no longer ...

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When will I realize that I'm not normal People don't think or feel the way I do It's ok. I will shed my past, like all snakes Growth requires they shed their skin Energy from the,' Year of the Snake' 2025 With this energy I will let the past go Expectations need to be left behind The skin holding me back in...

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To unmask a false identity is to identify genuine authenticity. It's painful, no, it kills me, but it's the only way to heal what's deep. Pain in my body, it was a lie to me. Deep regrets built in from long ago. No. Deep pits that have since grown cold. The shame was underlying, and i craved the construct of what...

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Clouded by doubt and pain, Failure slithers in. Cutting old thick skin, Down on my knees again. Just feel like quitting, Admitting defeat. Retreating, Shedding my skin. Brush away the tears, You faced those fears, Layered through the years. Scraping by The obstacles, Fed through the ears. Limits to my existence, Awaken the chance. A vessel of resistance, Keeping distance. Patiently mending, Becoming Complacent. Sliding adjacent, To the Way Things Are, We don't slither far. Hiding in...

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She visited me wearing new skin. Finally revealing that she was afraid to fall. Throughout life we're all confronted With moments like this at some point. At first, I didn't recognize her. Shades of her old skin peeking through. She coiled into my arms. Finding the warmth of my chest. The memories that I tried to block out Welcomed her. No longer neurotic, but...

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a snake and sunburn both share similarity by shedding their skin...

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trees shed their last leaves a spray of mixed colors lay strewn across my path...

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under the starlight they're trying to shed the mask man and woman 24 September 2023...

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“The Shedding of our Skin”    I am writing about the transition from lost now found,  Darkness to light, one being into another, death to life,  Old skin to new skin.  Its like the rejuvenation of skin  The restoring of flesh over flesh of an open wound  And that does not happen all at once but over a duration of time.  Little by...

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No need to wish to change the hand of time, If how life is approached has not changed. The unsung songs of the little girl trapped inside the woman's body has caused the shades of the night to descend and left her on sinking sand grasping for air and finally when She gets some, It's an ill wind. Lord have mercy I am...

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Rain shedding poetry drops of love on the chosen soil pregnant fields of future rhymes......

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I've heard your whispers in quiet moments amongst the shedding trees of Autumn.. I walk alone our wooded path – listening the air just as crisp as a bright-blushed Winesap but my tears not as sweet – glistening the wispy whispers haunting taunting in their gentle tug and I wonder; how easily the golden leaves let go.. with barely a breath of...

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It was their own way of shedding blood: Their backs turning to a surging flood, Until it warranted the Ark of Noah Or left survivors a preventable fewer … To rain-boots sticking, publishing no fear, Until the waters were to bellies near And Dear Erosion here and there, Preoccupied with the unfair… Stacked-high dumps emptying into water Against disposal challenges getting hotter; The Government alerting...

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Jesus came to earth as a man but still had His divinity on show being complete as God and man no one had seen His like, hey hello! Jesus loved especially three special friends Lazarus and his two sisters were so close their brother was ill in need of help sent for Jesus who delays before He goes Jesus came to raise Lazarus...

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My auntie winter's icy breath wacked my bare face hard, when I step out earlier on She gave me the cold shoulder and iced me out with a frosty glare for no reason at all it's her season though so she gets to call the shots I love her gift of fluffy snowflakes that melt on my...

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