Sorrow Writing Poems

In sorrow, I turned to writing verse, 
To ease the pain, my heart immerse. 
Love, nature, family, and spirituality, 
Themes that flowed, with sincerity. 

Years...

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A lady in a Victorian dress,
Next to an old printing press.
Within a gloomy writing lair,
Falling down the abyss of despair.

I can see the tempest in...

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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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I have always had an urge to write_
have something to say-  something to tell
words shake the ocean of my sleep . . . 
and...

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"I have lived thousands, thousands of days: I have loved a hundred loves
or more: have written millions of words;  and this has been...

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To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
And to run where the brave dare not go
—Mitch Leigh/Joseph Darion (Lyrics “The...

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In the moorlands of desires, 
I've forever sung choruses of
fertile faith, amidst the flock 
of bleeding birds, sprinkling
heartbeats on lush olive herbs, 
In the dream...

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I am a poet and writer of words,
you know me through my sad poems:
but, there is more to me ... more to this girl,
I...

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Sr. Faustina had prayed...
for souls to be un-decayed

her Divine Mercy crusade--
was for a long time delayed

her cool Diary -- forbade!
its publishers, too afraid!!

its devotees, all...

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There’s this gap
Between me and you
It causes pain
It causes distance between
What we want
It causes difference 
It causes us to be distant and far away
It makes...

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I hide behind the walls that I built 
Made from failure and pride 
And sorrow 
And guilt 

Just leave your name and number 
On the...

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"The pen is the tongue of the mind."
                 ...

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I can't expect to wake up everyday and do something I hate before I'm even part of the rat race. 

How am I expected to...

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Life ain't no bed of roses
We're not destined to 
drown in a pit of despair
Aguish is unknown until flesh
grazes a blade of barbed brair

A prickle...

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I write in rhyme, to depict how I feel inside
feelings I'd otherwise conceal in my mind
In this race against time, we all hope that we...

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