Category: Poetry
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Brown smells like memory.Not the kindyou keep in photographs,but the kindthat lives in your handslong after you’ve washed them,that rises without warningwhen rain strikes old woodor autumn beginsits slow conversationwith the earth.Brown smells like dead leaves.Not dying—dead.Curled into themselves,soft with surrender,becoming the dark languageroots have always understood.Brown smells like bark,its rough skin carryingthe patience of…
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Give Me Your Darkest Hour I knelt beneath a moonless sky,With weary heart and tear-filled eye.The silence broke—a voice so near,It spoke with love that conquered fear.”My child,” God said, “why hide from Me?Why guard the chains that keep you bound?I’ve seen the depths you cannot see,Yet still My grace and love abound.”I bowed my…
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The Smell of Green Green smells like coming home.Like fresh-cut grassclinging to Daddy’s work clothes,to the bottom of his boots,to the quiet pridehe carried through the back doorbefore he carried himself.The whole house knewhe was homebefore it heard his voice.Green smells like that.Green smells like collard greenssimmering slowwith hammocksa whisper of smoke,filling every roomuntil hunger…
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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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