Introspection Words Poems

Ink stains and fragmented thoughts 
fuse upon lined pages,
 a dance of fleeting emotions 
and raw revelations. 

A symphony of words whispered to the wind,...

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The words of my soul are not just for me,
The words that follow were like a decree.
“These words are eternal, I share with thee,
To be...

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MEANING

Can meanings of words run out
A bit like when a battery is low
No longer quite able to sustain
The punch we’ve come to know

Now, like a...

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Your words cave in
to my ear canal,
each laud casting lines
slight of fate.

I live this life
as a fish woman,
with my tackle box 
full of bait.
...

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And I embrace the realm of modern poetry,
Wild and free, its spirit flowing through me.
In a world of ever-changing forms and styles,
I navigate currents with...

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I am also a prose poet, navigating the realms of expression unencumbered by the shackles of rhyme. In this vast expanse of literary freedom, I...

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In a world of modern verse, I stand,
An old-fashioned poet, rhymes in hand.
I savour the dance of words on a page,
Where rhythm and meter command...

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When trying to grasp thoughts through our mind’s haze,
It’s like trying to escape a thought maze.
As the bits and pieces accumulate,
How will they connect, how...

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Poetry has always been with me, I just didn’t know it.
I didn’t know verse and lines of rhymes 
      ...

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Behind these clenched jaws
and dagger-in-the-heart smiles
I have a voice

Behind the silent soft eyes
and lingering sadness in my being
I have a voice

Behind my pen that scribbles...

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I have a friend who's constantly there for me
when I needed to be alone,
when I wanted to express myself,
when the world and the people exhaust...

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Nicorates warned me about you
not so much with words
more in dubiety, 
a clairaudient hesitation

imagine an experienced woodworm
widely travelled and well read 
making peace with a...

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I am an ember in the night 
Something dark but seems right 
I am moss upon the tree
Someone soft, beautiful, but inside me 
There’s both...

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A poem unlived
is a poem merely written -- 

sustenance our words

let the body digest with heartfelt
regurgitation – a poem unlived
is a poem merely written
 
as...

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Our words come crashing towards the floor,
Like shattered glass, they break and pour.
In the silence that follows, we stand so still,
As the echoes of our...

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