Category: Poetry
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A POEM A DAY 245
Love Keeps Calling Love keeps calling,I keep running,afraid its lightwill show me something.I hear its voicebehind each door,soft as rain,then wanting more.I hide my heart,but it keeps falling.I keep running—love keeps calling.Simona A. Brinson Photo by vale on Unsplash ©mylifeinword.com All rights reserved.
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A POEM A DAY 244
The Sorrow in My Heart The sorrow in my heart is deep,I feel it in the palms of my hands,It follows me even in sleep,And settles where my spirit stands.It lingers in the soles of my feet,Like dust from roads I had to roam,A grief both bitter and complete,Still searching for a place called home.My…
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Wind in Britches
Daddy say it low like thunder rollin’ through the kitchen air,“Girl, that ain’t no man—just wind in britches, nothin’ there.”I hear him by the sink, water tappin’ like a tired song,Talkin’ ‘bout a man who always right but always wrong.“Wind in Britches,” Daddy spit, eyes fixed on the floor,“Blow in with a promise, then he…
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A POEM A DAY 241
Empty Breaths and Hollow Lies She learns him first in broken air,In pauses that pretend to care.His words arrive but never stay,Like smoke that cannot find its way.He speaks in almost-truths at night,Soft enough to sound like light.But when she reaches for his name,It slips away and feels the same.She memorizes what he won’t say,The…
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A POEM A DAY 240
Thief of Joy Comparison whispers, stealing light,Turning day into restless night.It counts another’s gold as proof,While missing all your own roof.It paints their world in perfect hue,Then fades the colors right from you.It measures life by treasure’s pace,And leaves you lost in endless chase.So guard your heart, refuse its ploy—For envy is the thief of…
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Friday Favorites: Why did God make me Black?
by RuNell Ni Ebo Lord, LordWhy did You make me Black?Why did You make someonethe world wants to hold back?Black is the color of dirty clothes,the color of grimy hands and feet.Black is the color of darkness,the color of tire-beaten streets.Why did You give me thick lips,a broad nose and kinky hair?Why did You make…
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A POEM A DAY 239
Ghost in the Fog In the hush where morning lingers,A pale spirit parts the mist,Silent as an ancient secret,Soft as winter on the wrist.Eyes like weathered moons are watching,Calm beneath the silver sky,Holding storms it never speaks of,Letting passing shadows die.Ghost-white mane in quiet motion,Breath dissolving into air,A lonely king of fog and stillness,Wrapped in…
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A POEM A DAY 238
Where Love Goes Love doesn’t leave all at once.It loosens first—a thread pulled from a seamyou didn’t know was holding everything together.It settles into ordinary places:the quiet side of the bed,the mug you stop reaching for,the space between sentenceswhere something used to answer back.It lingers in the body,a muscle that remembershow to reach without thinking,how…
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Friday Favorites: I Will Not Die an Unlived Life
by Dawna Markova I will not die an unlived life.I will not live in fearof falling or catching fire.I choose to inhabit my days,to allow my living to open me,to make me less afraid,more accessible;to loosen my heartuntil it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.I choose to risk my significance;to live so that which…
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