Poems (Page 6)

A dense, green forest with a grove of beech trees and lush undergrowth.

ever lost (a poem)

deep in the green
buried amongst the trees
no discernible path
no place to bed down
I struggle to find
my way

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The US Capitol building dome is aglow as the sun sets for the evening. The blue sky is partially covered by purple and pink clouds colored by the setting sun. Shot from the water across from the halls of Congress.

It’s a con job (a consistent poem)

A
confirmation
of
CONTROL.

Congratulations
to the
CONSTRUCT.

TW: Politics

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A woman in mourning, in a black coat and dress, with a black umbrella and a single red flower in her hand, faces a cemetery in Fall.

Shadows and Rain (a poem)

Beneath the black umbrella tops
their hearts beat in time
with each and every falling drop
of rain against the pine.

TW: Death

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A stork and gulls sit atop the rubbish in a public landfill.

A Mother’s Day (a poem)

I live on land that is not mine.
Her people, long departed,
left not a trace.
Their legacy, a world in balance.

I am not like them.

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A girl in jeans and a yellow button down blouse, feeling a lack of motivation, falls over to lie on a gray couch.

Motivation (a poem)

Sometimes, it eludes me
when I’m not feeling
anything really.

TW: Depression

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A small, pink flower grows up between the unfinished, wood planks of a home deck.

Is anyone listening? (a poem)

I flay myself
on the altar of art,
cut down to the bone,
break every last part.

I write it on paper,
type it into my phone,
share it with the world,
and feel utterly alone.

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Hush (a poem)

Don’t tell anyone.
They can’t know about you,
that you’re different,
weird, unacceptable, unforgivable.

Don’t tell anyone.
They might think it was my fault.

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Shadows on a wall, cast by people walking by. Abstract silhouettes amongst large wooden beams.

the long night (a poem)

filled with thought
layered in dream
lost in this place
where I can be
anyone or anything
my heart desires
or fears may bring

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An empty school hallway with rust-colored, painted student lockers and yellow-beige walls. A single tan, covered garbage can sits aside one of the walls.

Another… (an anaphoric poem)

Another family dinner.
Another empty room.
Another grieving parent.
Another lost too soon.

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The poem "We have lots of time" consists of the title, a byline, and a single period as the poem itself.

We have lots of time (a poem)

I was at the hospital with my dad. He was there to be tested for an issue related to what took my mom’s life a few years before. While waiting, an idea for a poem hit me.

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Poems (Page 6)

Shadows and Rain (a poem)

Motivation (a poem)

Is anyone listening? (a poem)

Hush (a poem)

the long night (a poem)

We have lots of time (a poem)

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