Tag Archives: Original Poetry

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: Autumn

Autumn Visions of fall foliage Fulfill the soul Both metaphorically and visually The contrast of colours Paint the pallet of emptiness Once within A reminder That in order to grow We must let go of what is dead What lingers … Continue reading

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Poetry: Music

Music The enlightened live for music. These people seek it out anywhere they can. The people who can’t imagine a life without it. Music. The great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything can relate too. … Continue reading

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Poetry: Love Is Gone

Love Is Gone The sadness lifted The emptiness is gone The first seeds of hope planted Endurance had brought them to life The future was bigger Beams of light beckoning me to smile for tomorrow A thing to cherish once again … 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: No Longer Dreams

No Longer Dreams My dreams. Are no longer dreams. It is no longer the sandman. That lulls me into sleep. He is not the one. To bring me peace. While I lay asleep. It is the reaper. Coming to take … 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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