Tag Archives: Canadian Poetry

Poetry: Contradictions

Contradictions It does not matter what position your mind takes. What you think. Your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day. You want to go. You’re desperate to stay. Your mind will believe comforting lies While also knowing … Continue reading

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Poetry: Missing Piece

Missing Piece The missing piece. What I had sought after day after day. Sleepless night after night. It was hidden in my own mind. Like a coded secret. You ruined your own life. I had watched it all unravel. An … Continue reading

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Poetry: A Kind Heart Can Change The World

A Kind Heart Will Change The World She was a simple doll Fallen astray Perhaps left behind by a careless child Perhaps abandoned by a traveling family My Grandmother saw this doll as a lost soul A lost orphan could … Continue reading

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Poetry: City For The Dead

City For The Dead I saw you and yet I kept quiet I left the lines I had rehearsed unspoken My heart still broken I had my glimpse of the way Our life could have been I saw the light … Continue reading

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Poetry: Time Will Stop

Time Will Stop The true nature of my loss was revealed. Understanding flooded in. Everything before had been a fantasy. A routine and frenetic mimicry of sorrow. Never really grasping it. Never really letting the truth take hold. At dawn … Continue reading

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Poetry: The Dead Do Tell Tales

The Dead Do Tell Tales The dead do tell tales. Our beloved dead speak to us in codes. In signs. A flicker of light. A soft whisper in the darkness. They communicate in our dreams. The dead always tell tales. … Continue reading

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Poetry: The Dead Do Tell Tales

The Dead Do Tell Tales The dead do tell tales. Our beloved dead speak to us in codes. In signs. A flicker of light. A soft whisper in the darkness. They communicate in our dreams. The dead always tell tales. … Continue reading

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