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Best Poems Written by Liza Ortiz

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And so, we write

we write as if it is our last night
we write whether it be with lead or ink or typed
we write alone or in a crowded environment
we write come rain or sunshine
we write because we want our stories to be told
we write through every phase; it is universal
we write even if our voice is never heard
we write when we are loved and when all hope is lost
we write regardless of our social class
we write because it feels wrong to stop
we write because it helps connect us 
we write because we are all writers at heart
we write until our last breath on earth

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One bright star

    
 As I walked around this rusted mobile home park on a cold December night, with unpaved roads and the usual strays nowhere in sight.
 I stopped to look up at the beautiful moonlight.
It was a large full moon with a lonely star nearby.
Seemed strange that no other stars were out in this clear night sky.
That single one did however shine ever so bright.

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Resonance

I hear the sound of clanging and banging from a distant source

Like an orchestra of metal pots that have fallen on the kitchen floor

which brings a ringing to my inner ear

then a low vibration comes as I stand still

This frequency happens frequently 

transmitting a language I've yet to unveil

Creating a magnetic peace during its stay

One day I hope to understand the meaning behind it all

A tale probably woven over a thousand years

I hear the sound and listen in 

The tone goes away just as mysterious as it came

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The Color Brave

In a sea full of green, so wide and still,
Where every leaf leans to the wind’s will,
They whisper the rules in rustling tones,
“Grow alike, sway alike, don’t stand alone.”

But somewhere beneath that uniform sway,
A pulse beats red in a quiet display.
Not loud, not proud—just power contained,
A fire untouched, a soul unchained.

The green is safe, a shade of peace,
But peace that comes with a silent lease—
Where edges are softened, voices are tuned,
And difference is trimmed before it's bloomed.

Yet red does not ask for permission to flare,
It rises in contrast, alive and rare.
It doesn’t compete—it simply exists,
A bold contradiction the green resists.

So how does one find what breaks the mold?
Not by chasing, but by being bold.
Not by looking with everyone’s eyes,
But by daring to seek what the world denies.

You find the red by refusing to bend—
By being the color that didn’t blend.
The X in the formula no one could name,
The reason the pattern never stayed the same.