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Elizabeth Adan Poem
There’s more than one coward here
Lashing myself in silent retribution half my life
The days are hazy in my mind
The words erased
But the feeling is sticky and deep and boundless
You never reached out either
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I, ashamed.
On my last trick
Feeling heartsick –
To conquer is selfish but brave.
Focus, feel peace.
Pinwheeling
Cling to the last thrilling –
Heart clutches and trembles and caves.
Spinning, reclaimed.
Hang on home harbor
Under ancient arbor –
The treasure that’s never repaid.
Refresh, release.
It’s a strange cycle
Paint me, pin me idle –
Tame me and ride with the waves.
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For free verse or Rhyme Poetry Contest - used Photo 1:
Dense forest
I want to go inside
I want to keep it for later
This is now
There is no later
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Elizabeth Adan Poem
What I need from you:
Is thought -
Not hate -
Not longing -
Certainly not forgetting.
Just think of me
And remember
The days
When we used to roam free
And drive fast
With no regard
Or fear
For the future.
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I must keep going.
I must keep searching.
All over myself
And within my heart
For whatever corner you're hiding in
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I seek the warmth of a fire ember making its stable square shape
The heat of the moment
The weight lifted from me as smoke rises up.
The apology screams from my fingers but can’t make its way off my tongue
As if I need to keep it inside me in order to feel alive
But I am not alive
I’m trapped
When you’re alive
Without hearing those words
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I feel better today, less longing.
I take a dragon breath of fire
Listen to howls of the coyotes
Beg them to show me what forgiveness feels like.
When I look at the stars, the longing returns.
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“That’s your apology clock,”
He said to me in a moment of truth and weakness
Under seven shooting stars
Spinning madly in the moonlight.
Opening our eyes and sharing our hearts:
Our map had mistakes.
I’m sorry.
I asked if he thought it was too late.
“It’s never too late.”
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