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Cole Lee Poem
She told me
that I deserve love,
but not from her
She told me
I should be happy,
but not with her
She told me
to focus on myself,
but not on her
She told me
to stay her friend,
but not love her
Copyright © Cole Lee | Year Posted 2024
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Cole Lee Poem
There are so many things I must say
In this fleeting moment of time
But go and have a wonderful day
Choking on words, I get in my way
For every thought, I’ll give a dime
There are so many things I must say
Locked up so tight, my mind might decay
To not tell you might be a crime
But go and have a wonderful day
Who can tell how much my brain weighs
It is a mountain of thoughts too tall to climb
There are so many things I must say
Listening, you’d feel on broadway
Until then, I’ll be a sad mime
But go and have a wonderful day
By now my day is looking gray
Haven’t said a thing, not even a chime
There are so many things I must say
But go and have a wonderful day
Copyright © Cole Lee | Year Posted 2024
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Cole Lee Poem
a cozy cabin slumbers on the mountain side,
hidden within a thicket of wheatgrass
swaying in the brisk summer breeze,
full of fresh fragrances of pine and spruce
Behind the cabin, a lanky tree
dangles a long rugged rope
with a ragged sack seat stuffed
with horse hair that swings
higher than a mountain’s peak
Down the hill rests a mossy stone
gate guarding a dirt path next to
a line of pine trees, hiding
a shallow stream with weathered rocks
poking through the icy water
Nearby, a mountain trail leads
to a massive rock and its proud
little tree placed upon its peak,
bragging perks go to the first
to reach the little tree
Further, the trail passes by
a random red brick fireplace
its vent poking through branches,
and a calm clear beaver pond,
plugged by the nearby lumber supply
These memories I leave to you
my fondest of my father
Copyright © Cole Lee | Year Posted 2024
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Sitting, knees bumping, fingers tapping
waiting for the Great Wall of China
to move. An angelic rift wafts over
the stereo, calming the boiling rage
bottling up in the gut for a few
more minutes.
The ambience, a slip into
outer space, the guitar
sparking child-like awe-
a blessing to my strife
Holding back insanity with reins,
I scream I’m coming home
I’ve been gone for far too long
Brake lights two-step ahead
teasing a false reality
of turning tires
Thoughts drift across
the gaps in the music
the pot stopped boiling
an unsettling calm, into
A thundering storm
formed within the car
It seems I lost the reins, since
my hearts burst into flames.
Copyright © Cole Lee | Year Posted 2024
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Cole Lee Poem
` Silly silly me
always so optimistic
up against fate’s cruel hand
well, it used to work before
back when my
eyes
had
spark
and
vigor
But
now i
realize how naive
my optimism is, when i’m the one
who crushed her heart, and expect her
to let me take hold of it after healing?
Silly silly me, to think that she
would give me grace
and
love
me
how
she
used to
Copyright © Cole Lee | Year Posted 2024
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Cole Lee Poem
It pulls from the back of my eyes, heavy
lulling my brain not to think, numbing
laying down my head
circuits shut down
depressed
Best way to describe it, I think
The way it pulls me to sleep
Losing time and mind,
The longer I lay
worse by day
Truly, a demonic curse
The self destroying sin,
Sloth
Copyright © Cole Lee | Year Posted 2025
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Cole Lee Poem
i once read life is meaningless
without love
and it’s why my life
is filled with those i love
my mom, my siblings
my stupid friends
but
the mirror returns
no love
Copyright © Cole Lee | Year Posted 2024
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Cole Lee Poem
` I knew…
the world’s end was coming
she said so herself
I knew…
yet young optimism luring
my unsuspecting self
Until a small seed, sewn
into the core
Roots ripping and wrapping
it into nothing,
but a pit
in which I sit
CRISIS
AVERTED
The world is saved,
she said so herself
but
the pit
is not shallow
Copyright © Cole Lee | Year Posted 2024
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Cole Lee Poem
I lay down, already twenty-
two. Memories of years past
flood in- it was like a
month ago I visited New
York. No, a year?
Where did the time go?
I ponder while mindlessly scrolling,
instinctively- unaware of what I
see. Hours of hours seeking the
small hits of dopamine that seep
into my brain.
Oh, that’s right- addicted
to my phone, unaware the
Earth sped up its rotation,
days shorter and
shorter,
filled by gray screens
in this blue world.
Copyright © Cole Lee | Year Posted 2024
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Cole Lee Poem
the hole you left in my chest
a seed of unknowingness
slowly growing across my breast
engulfing me and whatever’s left
inside this vast nothingness
a void devoid of your presence
an inevitable evanescence
leaving only the essence
of longing depressants
Copyright © Cole Lee | Year Posted 2025
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