Sorrow Words Poems

I have almost everything I've ever wanted
I have been granted answers to almost every dream
The only things I don't have are pretty much the unreachable
The...

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Let the heart speak!

knowing its mind and own
place,

knowing its opulent space -- 

knowing our lies and truths,
the shallow or depth
of window-eyes, the soul that records
our...

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As she awaited for her head to pass through the guillotine, She said to the young girl who was standing in front of her
Who was...

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My words intertwined with the deepest emotions
Dreams, goals and sometimes sorrow deeper than an ocean,
My words are like waves that wash over each reader in...

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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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Oh, I never intended to bring forth sorrow,
Never meant to inflict a pang, a borrow.
A single moment, a glimpse of delight,
Yearned to witness you in...

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like the gold ring embracing my finger yet
cold and aloof, always more beautiful just beyond my sight
than within it
because illusion is impossibly perfect
a space beyond...

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Longfellow was certainly on the ball,
When he wrote, “Into each life, some rain must fall.” 
When the storms of life over us prevail,
right words their...

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Only so many words
 so many ways they can be heard
Every word ever used
Abused
So many ways they have been arranged
Rearranged
Deranged
Put this way and that
Hi, my...

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Maybe I seek meaning in the press of sympathetic eyes
Maybe within me resides a cancerous longing to shatter into a million tiny pieces
Maybe I will...

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RHAPSODY IN BLUE (A Musical Translation into Words)

In the heart of the city, where steel and glass arise,
A melody awakens, a sapphire in disguise,

It's a...

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Written: October 05, 2023 
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Words are just darts thrown toward meaning.
In a linguistic dance, they find their gleaming
With every utterance, their aim takes flight.
Seeking understanding, conquering...

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In the woods I search for my soul 
The part of me that keeps me whole 
Under rocks I look and look 
I search the...

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Memories in boxes 
By lady Arabella
 
As I sit here and go through all the boxes  I’ve made 
Each one holds a memory which...

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Poetry is not dead
Poetry will never die
Poets do not lie
Poetry is naturally well-fed
With vibrant poems every second
Of the day to make the soil more fecund
The...

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