Category: Poetry
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Loving Blind They say love is blind.I don’t think that’s true.I think love sees everything—the cracks,the excuses,the trembling hands,the promises stitched together with loose thread…and whispers,”Maybe this time.”Because loving blind isn’t about missing the warning signs.It’s about believingthey’re just temporary.It’s convincing yourselfthat red flags are only sunsetsif you squint hard enough.It’s saying,”I know who they…
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The Smell of Orange Orange smells like citrusbursting from a freshly peeled orange,tiny drops of juice sparkling in the airbefore the first sweet bite.It smells like pumpkinsresting in autumn fields,their earthy scent mixingwith cool October breezesand crunchy leaves beneath your feet.Orange is the smellof cinnamon and clovesswirling through warm pumpkin pie,of toasted marshmallowsand glowing campfireson…
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The Smell of Red Red smells like strawberrieswarming beneath the summer sun,their sweet fragrance floating through the gardenwhile bees hum from flower to flower.It smells like crisp applesfresh from the orchard,their cool, juicy scentbursting with every bite.Red is the smell of roses,soft petals opening at dawn,their perfume drifting on the breezelike a quiet song.It smells…
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The Smell of Yellow Yellow smells like sunshinewarming a quiet field,where wildflowers lift their facesand sway in the summer breeze.It smells like the first slice of lemon,bright and fresh,its citrus scent filling the airbefore the juice reaches your tongue.Yellow is buttermelting across warm toast,honey dripping slowly from the comb,sweet with the fragranceof a thousand tiny…
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Mercy in a Bottle He raised the glasslike a prayerno church could hear.The whiskey burned,but for a momentit quietedthe names of old regrets.At the bottom of the bottle,he searched for forgiveness,mistaking numbnessfor peace.Morning came,and mercy was gone—leaving onlyan empty bottleand a thirstit could never satisfy.Tomorrow,he will lift the same glass,chase the same ghost,and call it…
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Where the Fog Keeps Your Name The cabin waitswhere the hill surrendersto the hands of mist,its weathered wallsstill holding the breathof forgotten winters.The trees stand like old mourners,their black limbslifted toward a heaventhat no longer answers.Even the windmoves softly here,as though afraidto wake the dead.I found youon a morningthe world had hidden itself.The fog wrapped…
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Dew Drops and Sunshine Before the morning finds its voice,the meadow wears a crown of glass.Each blade of grass lifts silver pearls,small miracles that never last.The dew arrives without a sound,borrowed from the hush of night,holding tiny worlds insideuntil they meet the morning light.Then sunshine spills across the hills,a river poured from skies above.It kisses…
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A Garden Tainted My heart is alreadya garden taintedby your deceitand your lies.Even when I close my eyes,I still see them—the shadows you planted,the words you twisted,the truth you buriedbeneath your careful smile.Your lies do not leave quietly.They rise like smokefrom the ground of me,staining every placeI once believed was safe.I wanted to trustthe sky…
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Hold Fast Hold fast to innocenceand your days of youth,to the barefoot wonder,to the unbroken truth.Hold fastto laughter before it learnedto hide,to dreams that still knewhow to open wide.Time, like a freight train,runs hard down the track,carrying summersthat never come back.It whistles through memory,steel, smoke, and sound,leaving old piecesof us on the ground.So hold fastto…
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Disconnected I sleep beside youand still feel miles of winterspread between our bodies,a cold field beneath the sheetswhere nothing grows anymore.Your back is turned to melike a locked door,like a house after fire,still standing,but emptied of warmth.I listen to your breathingin the dark—steady, distant, unfamiliar—and wonder when the soundof the person I lovedbecame the soundof…
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