Tag Archives: YEG Poetry

Poem: A New Day

A New Day Quietly. Without ever realizing it at first. One day you will discover. Your life has meaning again. It is rich. Not like before. Things will be different. A new version of okay. Never completely full. Nothing fills … Continue reading

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Poetry: A New Day

A New Day Quietly. Without ever realizing it at first. One day you will discover. Your life has meaning again. It is rich. Not like before. Things will be different. A new version of okay. Never completely full. Nothing fills … Continue reading

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Poetry: Death of The Season

Death of The Season The dead leaves crunch beneath my feet. With each step I take. Only a few stragglers remain on the branches. Some drop to the ground. When the wind picks up. A yellow leaf twirls and dances. … 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: Untitled

***Years ago, as many girls do unfortunately. I struggled with an eating disorder. In a creative writing class, I wrote this piece whilst taking the steps to be happy with myself and finding the true meaning of ‘healthy’*** Untitled   … 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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