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Angela Alvey Poem
In the watery deep, where she calls home,
She swims with her kind, but she is alone.
They call to her, but she swims away,
Returning to the surface, each night, and day.
Searching for something, she does not understand,
A beautiful creature, that walked on dry land.
She had seen the boat, that fateful day,
Moving fast, upon the waves.
Intrigued, she swam closer, as he set the sail,
How did he move, without a tail.
His hair was dark, his skin was tan,
She followed, til she saw him step out on dry land.
Memorizing every line of his beautiful face,
As her long, red hair, wrapped around her waist.
Breaking the surface, she saw him there,
Standing on deck in the warm sea air.
His eyes seemed to find her, he could not look away,
He had thought her a dream, when he saw her that day.
Entranced by her beauty, he jumped from the ship,
Lured from the melody that flowed from her lips.
She watched him struggle, against the waves,
His lungs filling with water. He must be saved.
Swimming to the shore, she laid him gently on the sand,
She’d never be able to walk on dry land.
A part of her world, he could never be,
Salty tears filled her eyes, as she swam out to sea.
He awoke to the sound of a mournful song,
Like someone in pain, like something was wrong.
A soulful melody echoed from the sea,
A part of her world, he’d never be.
Watching her disappear, beneath the waves,
He suddenly realized, his life she had saved.
No one would believe him, but he didn’t care,
He knew if he called to her, she’d always be there.
He smiled with sadness, as he got to his feet,
Maybe, someday, again they would meet.
In each other’s world, they would never be,
But, in his heart, she was real, the Siren of the Sea.
Copyright © ANGELA ALVEY | Year Posted 2025
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Angela Alvey Poem
Images
Frozen in time, as time passes by,
A time to be born, A time to die.
Fleeting memories, lost in the mind,
Robs me of memories, left behind.
The swirling mist, is rolling in,
Invading my senses, pulling me in.
On the edge of in sanity, I struggle to feel,
No long aware, of what is illusion, or real.
I think I see shadows, inside the mist,
I call them for answers, I must insist.
Leave me alone, or set me free,
Let me remember, let me be me.
Images haunt me in my dreams,
My mind is empty, I hear myself scream.
As the mist rolls away, leaving nothing the same,
I realize, I don't even remember my name.
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Angela Alvey Poem
Redemption
I hear it, the steady dripping outside my window.
Unleashed from the Heavens like the sins of sinners craving peace.
Lost, and in agony, both seeking release.
Release from pain, guilt, loss, and grief,
Oceans of memories offer no relief.
The mind stealing fragments, hiding them away,
Til we cannot remember, the trauma, and pain.
Oh, to be innocent again like a newborn child,
Before we were damaged, our minds defiled.
Before we saw things, we should never have seen,
The world has turned us hard and mean.
Searching for peace in a world at war,
We do what we want, no one cares anymore.
Guilt, and rage, betrayal, and pain,
Emotions released, in the steady rain.
We cannot undo, what is already done,
We cannot cry victory, when no one has won.
We cannot control, what we have no control of,
The rain will still fall, like tears from above.
Let go of the past, it can never be again,
We can no long dwell, on what might have been.
Sometimes the mind bears til it breaks,
Forced to hold more, than we are able to take.
But the breaking, they say, allows the mind to heal,
We have to let go, we have to feel.
As we fall on our knees, in the rain and mud,
Revelation comes; it always does.
We learn there are two halves to each whole,
Good, and evil, friend, and foe.
The dark in all hides beneath the skin,
Where no one can see, hidden within.
Which side will lose, which side will win,
It’s the side you feed, are you sinner, or friend?
I still hear it, the dripping of rain in my ear,
I open the door, it’s only me here.
I step outside, I can hardly see,
My head in my hands, I fall to my knees,
As the water drowns me, in its cold embrace,
Rivers of rain, run down my face.
I feel the release, as I am redeemed,
If just for tonight, I hear myself scream.
It is me, that I fight, most of all,
The darkness, the light, which one will call.
Whatever the answer, what will be will be,
We are all only human, I will still be me.
As I stumble inside and into my bed,
I think I still hear it…or is it only in my head…
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Angela Alvey Poem
WHERE DO I FIT IN
AM I INVISIBLE, OR MY PRESENCE UNKNOWN,
DO I EVEN EXIST, OR FOREVER ON MY OWN.
I DO EXIST, I AM STANDING HERE,
YELLING INSIDE, CAN YOU EVEN HEAR.
CAN YOU SEE AT ALL WHO I AM INSIDE,
WHAT IGNITES MY PASSION, WHAT MAKES ME CRY.
LET ME TELL YOU WHO I AM,
I AM THE RIVER, AND YOU ARE THE DAM.
LOVER OF THE NIGHT, I LOVE THE DARK,
MUSIC, AND POETRY, AND MAGICAL ART.
STANDING IN THE RAIN, MY EMOTIONS RAW,
SEEPING THROUGH MY SKIN, WATCHING IT FALL.
AS I STAND ON THE OUTSIDE, ON THE EDGE OF THE LIGHT,
I AM PULLED TO THE DARK, EMBRACED BY THE NIGHT.
AMID BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND CHAOS, ANXIETY SEEPS IN,
CRAVING BOOKS, AND COFFEE, WHERE THE LIGHTS ARE DIM.
YOU DO NOT REALLY KNOW ME, THE PARTS I HIDE,
THE FEELING OF A DISTANT PLACE AND TIME.
YET, STILL I STAND, STILL I AM HERE,
WAITING FOR YOU TO ACKNOLEDGE MY TEARS.
AND STILL, DISMISSED, TIL I NO LONGER CARE,
I JUST GOT WEARY, OF STANDING THERE.
ONE DAY, YOU MAY REALIZE, THERE WAS WORTH IN ME,
THE NEED FOR ACCEPTANCE, YOU COULD NEVER SEE.
SO, YES I MAY FALL, BUT I WILL NOT STAY DOWN,
I WILL SILENTLY EVOLVE, WITHOUT A SOUND.
I WILL ARISE, AND UNLEASH THE DAM,
I REFUSE TO APOLOGIZE, FOR WHO I AM.
WHERE DO I FIT IN, WOULD YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW,
WHERE MYSTICAL FANTASY, AND MAGIC FLOWS.
SO, ACCEPT ME OR NOT, I WILL LIVE, I AM TOUGH,
I ACCEPT MYSELF....AND THAT’S ENOUGH.
Copyright © ANGELA ALVEY | Year Posted 2025
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