Tag: Poetry
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What the Tree Said to the Acorn
“Little acorn, do not fear,Your growing season soon is here.Stretch your roots and reach up high—One day you’ll tickle clouds nearby!” Photo by Nathan Ansell on Unsplash
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When the Rain Stops (Sonnet)
The heavens wept the tears I could not shed,And every cloud recalled your fading name;The storm drummed sorrow through my weary head,Till every dawn and dusk became the same.Each drop became a memory set free,A whispered promise carried on the breeze;The flooded earth reflected only me,A lonely soul brought trembling to its knees.Yet storms, though…
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The Wolf and The Sparrow
Beneath the pines where moonbeams played,A lonely wolf through twilight strayed.His silver coat caught evening’s glow,As silent winds began to blow.He wore no crown, he sought no fame,Yet every forest knew his name.With careful paws and amber eyes,He watched the stars adorn the skies.Upon an oak, both small and fair,There perched a merry little sparrow…
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Breedlove
Breedlove walks with pockets fullof rose-red seeds and cyclamen.He plants them where the sidewalks crack,then hums until the bees come back.He sprinkles kindness by the gate,leaves laughter where the lonely wait.His hands smell sweet with garden rain,with mint, warm soil, and sugarcane.He tucks soft wishes under treesand sends them sailing on the breeze.By morning, every…
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Solitary
I sit alone beneath the waking sky,Yet, loneliness does not settle here.The wind brings stories through the trees,And sunlight rests warmly on my shoulders.In solitude, my thoughts grow quiet,Like clear water after rain.I hear the steady rhythm of my heartAnd remember that my own company is enough.No crowd is needed for joy to bloom;No voice…
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The Woman on the Road
How many times the hammer fell,she could not name, she could not tell.The nights had blurred to one long bruise,a life of wounds she did not choose.The house stood black against the moon,its windows watching her ruin.Behind its walls, his curses crawledlike spiders through the darkened hall.She fled without a stitch or shoe,beneath a sky…
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Suit of Armor
She walks as though she fears no fight,With sharpened words and eyes of night.Her shoulders square, her voice held low,So no one sees the hurt below.She wears her anger like a shield,A warning sign she will not yield.Her laughter rings both hard and bright,A blade she carries through the night.They call her cold, they call…
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The Smell of Brown
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 head. “Lord, if You knewThe…
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Pinched Off the Block
For Susan Sue stands at her kitchen counter,cutting a piece of cheddarfrom the block she keeps there—not cold from the refrigerator,but soft beneath the knife,warm enough to releaseits sharp, familiar scent.She lifts it to her mouth,and before she can finish chewing,the kitchen fades.She is a little girl againin the early seventies,standing beside Mydaddyon the front…
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