Tag: Poem
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And That’s When I Knew
Still, I dived– Headlong With you and into the waters unthinking and unafraid, Into the tides that stretched Far along the horizon Sun drenched and smiling In a chaos of our making
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just another dumb poem
I refuse to romanticize myself. I am unstable and indecisive. Impatient and overly impassioned by the smallest things.
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Today, the book I was reading got wet I left it outside on the porch, let the rain Trample over the opened pages, and didn’t realize what I had done until the downpour subsided And the rain slowed to a drizzle
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To You
In this world, we are only ever given choices To hate, to love, to take a left or turn right To fight another day or collapse within ourselves and let our fragile hearts consume us
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You’ll Never Know This Poem Is About You
You’re the happy ending in a novel You’re a midnight snack after sex You’re the flip side of my pillow My favorite good morning text
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This Is How It Feels
I want to love you To grab the fraying edges of your heart Sew what’s dangling on thin threads And help heal what’s still bleeding I don’t want to fix your shadows I want to share them I want to make you believe In you- and me- in love in all the world can offer…
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Somewhere
Somewhere In the world, hidden beneath a concrete bridge, a child lays on jagged rocks his stomach crying from hunger In the country adjacent from him the sound of gunshots fly against the wind screaming for peace, finding only pieces Of flesh, of animals, of abandoned concrete homes Somewhere in the world, a soldier comes…
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Closer
Eager palms, and soft kisses Nothing but you and me The moment fills with anticipation soft lips, free hands, loose hips, and perspiration. Our breaths hitch, together we trip over shirts flipped inside out You pull me closer then closer, “Why can’t we get closer?” Matching movement, pulse like thunder a rhythm like flowing water. Each touch an…
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Maybe
Thoughts from a year ago 6/18/2015 Maybe Maybe there is no pattern to the universe It could be that our very essence ebbs and flows in random circles neither seeking nor finding only happening upon chance opportunities that are either of great fortune or crippling distress and to alleviate the burden or joys of such…
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