Stories tagged with: Poetry
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Too many lies and too much pride, / But from the truth, even with their masks, they cannot hide.
Leanna Woodhouse -
As I continue down this path and on my way, / I confidently take life's challenges day by day; / As my future looks brighter and I start to hope, / That anything is possible, and within my scope.
Leanna Woodhouse -
It's the iridescence that remains behind his eyes, buried somewhere / and the person willing to grab a shovel and dig / he'll be back when he realizes this is his moment to glow
Dylan Thatcher -
I wake every morning with a smile upon my face
and fall asleep every night knowing the addiction
I have endured will have diedMichael Turner -
Memories foggy swirls my head / My cold-hearted reality / Thanks God for narcan's society
Randy Pine -
My soul mourns from starvation / The Lord grants my salvation
Randy Pine -
Write it down. Dig fossils, / open graves, take up / the blanched eye of grief. / Slam doors. Plant flowers. Grow. / Who are you now? / Make a list. Write it down.
Kari Gunter-Seymour -
That week, down in the lower forty / we all got born again. / It was hard to say who saved who.
Kari Gunter-Seymour -
destruction brings / forth growth that blossoms
Aaron -
Without poison my brain begins to open / expand in all directions like the finders of sea / anemone
Magdalene -
Immense joy radiates from my center / Out through my fingertips / Leaving behind a trail of goodness
Amelia Q. -
Though at times it hurts me to reflect, I am grateful I ended our sickening romance.
Wis -
The warm sunset dyes the world in soft oranges / and sets the wind on cool, blowing in memories from the sea.
Christiane
