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Everleigh Blackburn Poem
Oh mother, oh father, if only I could speak
If only I could tell you all that I feel,
All that I wish I had said before it was too late.
I wish I could tell you that I love you,
That your laughter was the music of my heart,
That your smile was my guiding light in the darkest of nights.
I wish I could tell you that I'm sorry,
For the pain I caused, for the tears I made you cry,
For the moments of anger and resentment I can never take back.
I wish I could ask for forgiveness,
For the mistakes I made, for the opportunities missed,
For the chances to make things right that slipped through my fingers.
But time moves onwards, relentless
Leaving me stranded in regret
Unable to change what has transpired
Leaving only whispers on the wind
Oh how I wish I could turn back the clock
To rewrite the story with a better ending
To mend the heart that lies shattered
In the wake of my absence
All I can do is send my love from beyond
Know that I am watching over you
And hold on to the love that remains
Copyright © Everleigh Blackburn | Year Posted 2024
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Everleigh Blackburn Poem
Innocence
Innocence of childhood,
Pure and untouched,
Like a blank canvas,
Waiting to be painted with colors of joy.
Giggles and laughter,
Fill the air with delight,
As little feet run freely,
Chasing after dreams.
Imagination knows no bounds,
As children create magical worlds,
Where dragons soar,
And fairies dance in the moonlight.
Innocence of childhood,
A fleeting moment in time,
Where worries are unknown,
And the world is full of wonder.
May we cherish this innocence,
And protect it with care,
For it is a precious gift,
That should never be lost.
Copyright © Everleigh Blackburn | Year Posted 2024
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barefoot on the edge of innocence,
laughter spilling like petals
in a summer breeze.
eyes glinting with mischief,
a wildflower in a garden of rules,
her spirit ignites whispers—
soft shadows of temptation
wrapped in the silk of youth.
men glance,
hungry eyes tracing the curve
of youth,
unraveled thoughts
dancing in the air—
a silent song of desire,
unspoken,
yet heavy,
like the scent of summer blooms.
the world paints her in colors
of allure,
a siren in a child’s guise.
but she,
with daisies in her hair,
knows not the weight of their gazes,
she spins and spins,
the sun warming her skin,
unaware of the storm
that brews in the hearts of men,
temptation,
a twisted gift,
wrapped in the guise of youth.
she is a wildflower,
not a rose to be confined,
a heart unclaimed,
a spirit unbroken,
and in her freedom,
a beauty that defies
the weight of desire.
in her heart, she carries storms,
and dreams that stretch
beyond their reach,
a tempest of strength
wrapped in fragile skin,
temptation,
but never theirs to claim.
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Everleigh Blackburn Poem
In a cozy kitchen, I find my bliss
Mixing flour, sugar, butter with a gentle kiss
Rolling out dough with loving care
Filling it with fruit, a treat so rare
The scent of cinnamon fills the air
As I bake my pie with love and flair
Golden crust, bubbling fruit inside
A masterpiece of flavour, my joy and pride
My, oh my
Do I love to bake pie!
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Everleigh Blackburn Poem
In the glow of a screen,
we found each other,
two souls adrift in the vastness,
spilling into the digital ether,
each keystroke a heartbeat,
Sometimes, I trace the outline
of your face in my imagination,
wondering what your laughter sounds like
when the world is quiet.
I close my eyes,
and in the space between breaths,
I can almost feel you near,
like the warmth of sun
on a chilly day.
Wrapping in the paradox of wanting,
a paradox of needing you
while feeling lost,
wondering if love is meant to be
a bridge or a barrier—
a connection or a chasm,
I watch the tides of your indifference wash over me,
We share the same air,
yet I breathe in isolation,
I hold on,
clinging to the fragments of us,
I wait, sometimes, like a flower
thirsting for the rain,
for those sweet drops of recognition,
Affection twisted into chains,
words once sweet turned bitter,
I danced to the tune of your demands.
You painted love in shades of gray,
where silence screamed louder than shouts,
and I learned to read the spaces
between your messages,
the pauses heavy with threats
I wore your anger like a second skin,
bruised by your absence,
by the moments you left me hanging,
the coldness that filled my chest
when I dared to question,
to seek the warmth I craved
My heart a target,
your quips sharp,
a game of power,
I searched for solace,
a flicker of kindness,
but the glow was dim—
the ghost of you whispering,
“Stay.”
You left without a proper goodbye,
just a ghost in the chat,
your absence a cold draft,
No closure in the fading light,
just echoes bouncing in the void,
questions hanging like dust,
settling in spaces once filled with hope
You said you loved me,
wrapped my heart in ribbons,
you vanished like smoke,
leaving me in the aftermath,
a ghost town of memories,
You love me fiercely,
but only when your hands
are stained with the colors of my pain.
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Everleigh Blackburn Poem
Times forgotten,
Lost in the haze of memory,
Fading like old photographs.
Moments once cherished,
Now buried under layers,
Of responsibilities and obligations.
Forgotten like yesterdays news,
Faces blur and voices fade,
As time moves relentlessly forward.
Leaving behind a trail,
Of moments lost to the past.
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In the midst of chaos and noise,
There was a quiet whisper,
A gentle touch of loves embrace,
That filled me with wonder.
Like a painter with a blank canvas,
Love splashed colors on my soul,
Creating a masterpiece so divine,
A work of art that made me whole.
I traced the lines of your smile,
And found a symphony of joy,
In the depths of your eyes,
I saw the universe deploy.
Every moment spent with you,
Is a poetic verse so true,
A melody that serenades my heart,
In a dance of love so new.
Every brushstroke of affection,
Paints a picture of perfection,
In this canvas of our love,
I find my eternal connection.
So let us be artists of love,
Creating beauty with each touch,
For in the art of love we find,
Our hearts forever clutch.
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Everleigh Blackburn Poem
Losing a pet is like losing a piece of your soul,
A faithful companion, now gone, leaving a hole,
In your heart that feels raw and empty,
Memories of their love, oh so plenty.
Their wagging tail and gentle purr,
Their eyes that sparkled, so pure,
Their presence brought joy and light,
Now replaced by an endless night.
No more romps in the backyard,
No more cuddles, no more guard,
A void that cannot be filled,
A wound that cannot be healed.
Goodbye, old furry friend.
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Everleigh Blackburn Poem
In the depths of the ocean blue,
Lies a treasure so rare and true
A jewel of the sea, a hidden gem
Something lost, beyond our ken
It sparkles and shines with a radiance bright
A beacon of hope in the darkest night
But alas, it remains out of reach
A mystery that no man can breach
It’s beauty unmatched, it’s value untold
A secret treasure waiting to unfold
We search and we strive, but still we fail
The elusive prize, like a fleeting trail
Yet in our quest, we find something more
A sense of wonder, a longing core
For in chasing the unattainable dream
We discover the magic of the unseen.
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Everleigh Blackburn Poem
As a kid, I roamed the vast expanse of the internet
Exploring, learning, connecting with others
Not realizing the danger lurking in the shadows
Of being groomed online by predators in disguise
Innocent and naïve, I fell into their trap
Their sweet words and promises of friendship and love
Leading me down a dark and dangerous path
Where trust was shattered and innocence lost
I was groomed online, a victim of deception
Manipulated and exploited for their own gain
But I refuse to let their darkness define me
I will not be a silent victim of their crimes,
Of their depravity and immorality.
Copyright © Everleigh Blackburn | Year Posted 2024
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