Was Poems - Poems about Was

I was married, but to me, it wasn’t marriage. It was poverty-induced— a fate sealed by hunger and silence. I was an orphan, taken in by my mother’s brother— the uncle who accepted that I could live with him. But he was abusive, an emotional robber. He broke the seal of my womanhood when I was just into the third of the teenage years. Long story short— he...

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Hope began as a whisper, curling across dark sea, guiding my arrival, to come see, and be. Yet the gist was hollow, empty to the core, the rind of promise, peeled off, fell down, to the floor. The weight of empty words, burned deep into my heart. Cutting deeper than silence ever had, because the promises were stone dead. So my hope sits on edge, waiting for a...

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My arrival landed where I began my flight and journey Sunny San Diego y e s clearing throat, I was back and how I missed it Oh-h-h-h, let me count the ways—rather days spent in a border town, oh what was I thinking? Ah that’s what; it was your sugar kisses Some artists dabble in the art...

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In youth, loves kindles, ignites flames bold While two hearts dance beneath a cloudless sky With soft gentle hands, in a "whimsy" he did mold Two young bodies close in his last good-bye In my "imagination, I can feel And "dream" in "reverie" of our lost youth Now at times, I cry about the raw deal The fervent winds of...

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In God’s heart an intent arose, which we may simply call His will, to manifest the universe, where agape love may overspill. God conjured earth, water and fire which are present in every form and once this knowing we acquire, bastions of wisdom we can storm. These three elements God combined, to create all that’s manifest, by force of His absolute mind, each form being...

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I was a teenager, standing at the gate of a dream universe, dressed in a white dress, flowing like rivers of milk from fairy tales, watching how the sky melts like summer ice cream and lets its pearls fall, whispering as if the soul of the world would listen to its quiet and melancholic song. I remember that day...

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I was delivering triple meat pizzas to the fat lady, during intermission. The death happened before I arrived; you can check the cameras. I wish I had seen something, so I could help you in your investigation. Some of the singers are whispering about people they suspect. Line sneaked in here, and was acting odd, I have heard this...

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Love was once a wild fire, a living flame igniting every touch with the brightness of night, We spoke in warmth, in whispered desires, with hearts beating wildly and hands tracing the fire’s path, But love is not meant to remain a flame, not a spark that burns and flickers always the same, It softens, deepens, learns to...

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If life was a book, Then I would have never picked it up. I would have never kept reading. I would’ve burnt the book the second I had the chance. It’s like a book you know gets bad, but you can’t help but read on. It’s a book, it’s meant to be read. It’s life, it has to be lived. If life...

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the angel had a surreal glow that astounded me I felt star-struck; was she my guardian angel? She or he? It was impossible to tell which. The angel’s voice gave me no clue either. Androgynous angel, so I shall call her A.A. I wanted to speak of the violence. But I did not want to alarm her. There are many good people...

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i used to think loving you too much was romantic. now i see— it was me giving away parts of myself like clearance items, hoping you’d find value in something i had already discounted. you thought my devotion was desperation. you watched me fold into smaller versions of myself just to fit your world. and when i broke, you called me dramatic. but i wasn’t asking for too much. i was just asking...

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I kissed the fall. Ran barefoot through glass and silence. Told him I loved him— even when it undid me. It was raw. It was ruin. But it stayed, like a scar worth naming...

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I walked where borders were mere lines, Invisible ink beneath my strides. No passport stamped my phantom face— I was the ghost in every place. Seventeen tongues danced on my lips, From Moscow winds to Cairo ships. I whispered codes in birdsong tones, And sent the sparrows into zones. Their wings, my messengers unseen, Slipped past the guards, unheard, serene. I wore a thousand crafted...

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The sky held up, still. The breeze blew on cue. The cloud stuck glued on blue. The bills came in mail. The toast was burned. The eggs had runny whites. The plants outside died. I missed the alarm. Kissed my beau. Kicked the cat. Spat on the mat. Waved goodbye, off to work. The day performed its ritual rehearsed to a tee, to be an entirely normal fit in every...

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Spring brings Paradise. Farewell to Winter's...

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