Tag: Poetry
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Friday Favorites: Should You Go First
“Should You Go First” offers a quiet glimpse into what authentic, enduring love looks like—love that does not cling, but steadies itself in the face of loss. Written by Albert Rowswell after the death of his wife, the poem is an act of devotion shaped by acceptance rather than fear. Its gentle sorrow is not…
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Friday Favorites: My Heart Leaps Up
Every time I see a rainbow, I smile and recite this poem because it returns me to a moment when language first felt permanent—when words learned young took root and never quite left. If my memory serves me right, I memorized it in ninth-grade English, at an age when I didn’t yet understand everything it…
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Friday Favorites: Anyway
~by Kent M. Keith People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered.Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.Be kind anyway. If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies.Succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you.Be honest and frank…
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Friday Favorites: How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
~by Elizabeth Barrett Browning~ How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day’sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely,…
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A POEM A DAY 206
Quiet Gravity I loved youlike the moonloves the night sky—not loudly,but constantly,by remaining.I suppose that is whygoodbye never learnedhow to leave my mouth.Even eight years on,I am still holding on,knuckles white with memory.I carry the painas if it were proof—a quiet gravitypulling me backwardthrough ordinary days.Grief does not fade;it rearranges the light.Some morningsI wake in…
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A POEM A DAY 205
My monster is not under my bedShe drapes my waking hours in shameShe resides in my head She plays her careful games unsaidAnd trains my breath to speak her nameMy monster is not under my bed Night turns on night where fears are fedEach thought repeats, each loss the sameShe resides in my head She…
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