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Tanja Taylor Poem
Emotions weave the heart's lament, They can shatter what was once content. They can spark anew, a chance to mend, Yet can unravel, make you bend. At times, my heart is frayed, it’s true, Yet other moments, hope breaks through; A fresh beginning beckons with its art, Yet still I feel the weight, it pulls apart. When faith ignites, and dreams take flight, That’s when the tender ache ignites the night. With every fragment, I seek to reclaim, The strength to rise and start again, unashamed. A wish for dawn, to let my heart soar, To radiate freely, burden no more. To shine through darkness, a beacon bright, To banish the shadows and reclaim my light. Emotions may cloud the path we tread, They whisper loneliness, a song of dread. Yet, armed with courage, we will ignite, A inner fire, reminding us— we are light.
Copyright © Tanja Taylor | Year Posted 2025
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Tanja Taylor Poem
An empty heart
An empty soul
Noone here to comfort me
Noone here to hold
As I look in the mirror I'm pale white
As I look in the mirror in the deep dark night
I feel sad
I feel alone
Trapped in this life
Trapped all alone .
By Tanja Taylor
Copyright © Tanja Taylor | Year Posted 2025
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Tanja Taylor Poem
Title: Tapestry of Time.
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In dawns embrace, where shadows softly play, the world awakens, dreams of night decay. Each moment born, a thread of fate entwined, our stories woven in the loom of time.
Time the artist. Paints with strokes of light. In hues of joy and sorrows gentle night. We dance beneath the suns resplendent glow, chasing warmth as fleeing moments flow. Yet as it sets, a bittersweet refrain, reminds us all that joy is laced with pain.
Beneath the stars, we ponder paths untraced, in silence, we confront what time has faced. Each whisper of the wind, a tale untold, a reminder that our lives are threads of gold.
What of the dreams we dare to chase in vain? The roads not taken, the lingering pain. Yet in our quest, we find a fragile grace, in every heartbeat, in each sacred space. For time may be fleeting, but love endures. A bond that transcends, forever assures.
So let us dance in the moons soft glow, in the tapestry of time, let our spirits flow.
Poet: Tanja taylor
Copyright © Tanja Taylor | Year Posted 2026
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