The Poems - Poems about The

The birth of each new morning like magic before my eyes unveiling for a first time over and over again a sun unhurriedly rising, patient in the flow of everlasting time. In that one early morning hour when nature yawns and stretches coming to life ever so slowly, we get swept up in the twilight zone when time seems to stand still and for at least a...

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I only wish she hadn’t cried the tears meant for me while she burned under a merciless sun, hadn’t been the sheltering forest while her own bark turned to ash, hadn’t stood like an unmoving mountain to lift me on her shoulders toward the blue skies, hadn’t taken upon herself the dark clouds meant to cover me like...

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In the depths of our being, where thoughts intertwine with uncertain dreams, there lies an error born from the womb of time, like an echo of origins, the belief that we exist solely to embrace happiness as a cloak of light, but as long as we persist in this illusion that dances on the edge of the abyss, and...

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Weeping willow, why do your catkins caress the fields of sunflowers when they themselves are hallucinogenic dreams dancing in the secret wind? Why do your cold and rigid branches yearn for warmth when a smoldering fire burns within you, between your wooden ribs, embracing you with its hidden and fiery flames? Weeping willow, why do you let your branches...

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A regal fairy queen rides by upon a puff of air, her silky garment billowing in wisps of soft blown flair. Beneath bright beams of golden sun she rides through meadows green upon a tiny unicorn, but so seldom are they seen! Her light-colored horse is elegant, a beauty such as she. Exquisite in its form and grace as all magic things should be. A lovely metamorphosis beguiles...

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So do we make it work? Did the stars that we wished upon bless us? Or did it burn up like a shooting star? Or did we count them wrong? Did we measure the width of the sky? Is it wide enought to hold our dreams? Mine and yours, together. Well even if it didn't Then let's meet again On the day when...

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I give love — to my enemies, not for their salvation, but to tame the chasms within me. The angel of death sneers when vanity bewitches me and whispers that its intoxications are eternal. I am sequestered, in a body scarred by the blades of a tragic fate, etched in letters of steel on the parchment of chaos. I walk — heart burdened by hereditary sorrows, the poisoned...

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Sometimes I’m angry you left. That you gave up. That you weren’t strong enough to stay. The bitterness creeps in quietly, like a shadow I didn’t invite. But then I stop—because who am I to measure a pain I never lived? I never stood at the edge of whatever storm made jumping feel safer than...

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IX. In the ICU, machines create their own songo— ventilator, heart monitor, IV pump— forming an accidental orchestra the clutch of machinery holding time like a hi-hat choking its own decay. Underneath the electronic rhythms the human body maintains its own stubborn organic tempo— proving that even at the edge of existence we are fundamentally musical beings. The climate protestor's chant becomes a militant clave pattern— Save our planet!...

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Lost in the Woods Hiku 28 lost in the woods at night ...

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Whisper of the Elements In the stillness of the twilight hour, A witch’s breath, a whispered power. Elements old, in circle bound, Their ancient secrets swirl around. Earth, the roots and bones of stone, She holds the weight of worlds alone. With soil rich and fertile loam, A cradle for all life to roam. Air, a sigh, a tempest’s flight, She dances soft, she rages...

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The last one standing Would usually be a victory But in this black girls story It was the opposite For her this was a loss Being the only black girl in the school And for this She felt it deeply Knowing for the next few years She would be lonely Most of the other black parents Wanted their children To escape from...

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As you walk down the dirt path, past the tall green trees, I hope you remember who you are when you reach the willow tree. You will inevitably get lost, confused in the woods, struggling to find your way to the willow. When the light dims, the whoos and coos of owls and other nameless creatures will hymn in your...

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Land Phosphorus packed Cascade slithers down Myriad of green Space Lunar Light Luminous Nebula Serpentine Discover...

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We're merely quests on this planet lest we forget ~ Our life is but a wink in the wake of eternity...

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