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Patricia Moran Poem
Death eternal rest
Eyes forever veiled from thee
Love, Again we meet
Copyright © Patricia Moran | Year Posted 2016
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Patricia Moran Poem
Love, miss you when gone
Together we're most apart
Heart's beat is silence
Copyright © Patricia Moran | Year Posted 2014
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Patricia Moran Poem
Such disparity
We must fill with clarity
In time we find peace
Copyright © Patricia Moran | Year Posted 2016
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Patricia Moran Poem
Up in the blue sky
My small mind wonders and flies
Come join me up here
Copyright © Patricia Moran | Year Posted 2015
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Patricia Moran Poem
You set a veil, so beautiful and clean, over my head
It shimmered in the sunlight with its jewels and golden threads.
I felt so beautiful…
I felt so whole…
I felt so new…
We danced and the veil danced along with us as the wind swept beneath
carrying us like puppets in a show.
The joy that came across my heart was nearly too much to bare,
but for some odd reason I felt at home.
I felt so bright…
I felt so light…
I felt way up in the sky…
But then the storms came and started the race of dread
As the snow, sand, and rain tore at the veil by thread
One by one, each fell away, the gold, the silver, even the jewels dared not stay.
It was soiled…
It was torn…
It was ripped away…
The magic, the shine… the butterflies inside…
They all slowly and painfully faded away.
My partner, my guide, my beloved made of sky
ran with all his might to catch my fleeting veil of light
but like a breath it was spirited away within all the dread.
I fell…
I fell…
I fell, away to stay…
All our hopes, all our dreams were ripped out that day
as the veil fell from my head.
A bolt of lightning struck in its place burning all that remained
but as I watched the hellish blaze of the veil for whom my heart bled
I finally came to understand that the veil was never meant to stay.
It hid away within its shine and glimmer an exponential decay.
It was a farce, a mirage, an illusion that led me astray
I was fooled…
and there is nothing left to say…
Copyright © Patricia Moran | Year Posted 2014
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Patricia Moran Poem
When seeing hurts most
When avoidance is no choice
Best to just let go
Copyright © Patricia Moran | Year Posted 2016
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Patricia Moran Poem
Goosebumps splinter
Heat and sweat radiate down
With but a touch
Copyright © Patricia Moran | Year Posted 2016
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Patricia Moran Poem
Heart accelerates
Birds sing to wonderous songs
He takes my hand
Copyright © Patricia Moran | Year Posted 2016
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Patricia Moran Poem
My words glide observantly over head
Like fierce hungry birds of prey
They pierce like daggers deep inside
The ears of those way up high
My words are harsh and filled with pain
They watch and ponder with all their shame
Yet they don’t seem to have the might
The force or the strength to fight.
They are meant to free us all who speak
Yet I who uses them don’t feel free
What makes my battle any different
That my words can’t seem to bring me freedom.
What good are the all powerful words
If they can’t heal me or my world.
(Written in 9th grade)
Copyright © Patricia Moran | Year Posted 2014
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Patricia Moran Poem
Gentle lovely sleep
While eyes still remain awake
Blissfulness be true
Copyright © Patricia Moran | Year Posted 2016
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