Tag: Poetry
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Poem 440
The free-form reflective poem titled, “Biases” was written in January 2025 and shared in a writing club. It needs to be revised, the flow is chunky and an incorrect word ruins a line. The poem’s theme is perception and is part of an ongoing collection. Truth is… each of us is an asshole, Opinionated, biased–…
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Poem 632
The poem, “Still Gonna Rise” was written in February 2025 for and shared with a writing club. It could use a revision. The theme is resilience through chronic pain and illness. Yesterday, every inch of my body ached, Rising was a struggle for days. Unsteady on my feet, I knew what was at stake. Still, I rose…
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Beauty
The poem was written in the spring of 2025. It is part of an ongoing collection on the concept of beauty. It was originally written for and shared with a writing club. The poem could use some revisions but for now, it’s in this form. The idea of beauty defies me.What others see,Isn’t beauty.They see…
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Poem 631
The poem, “Distorted Sapience” was written for and shared with a writing club in late January 2025. It could use a revision. I came across an estuary that nearly slurped me into the sea. I decided to stay and shine my light, Warning of the dangers around. Sedentary, I stood firm on sinking ground– a temporary lighthouse …
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Poem 230
The poem was written as a contemplation about love in March 2025. It is part of an ongoing collection with the working title, “Stupid Love.” Pretty guy, pretty guy– You always make me blue. Pretty guy, pretty guy– It’s never anything new. Pretty guy, pretty guy– Nothing you say is ever true. Pretty guy, pretty…
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Poem 630
The free-form poem was written for and shared with a writer’s club in late January/early February 2025. It could use a revision and is titled, “Dancing Amnesia.” A decade of practice, Teams and classes. Performances for half-time. Loved the dance, Hated the limelight. Let it fade… But it stayed. A piece of my soul, Beyond…
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Poem 312
“The woods sound different here” I sit on a porch surrounded by forest. The creaks tell stories. Tales of battles lost and won on grounds where, once there were none. Traffic zooms by behind, but still the trees speak, Louder than a motorcycle’s intensity. These trees are different from the ones up north. Still as…
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Poem 335
“Hop to it” Fallin’ asleep early comes at a cost,Forgotten lupus meds, to pop.Woke to pain, agonizin’ to move.Furniture clutched, difficult to stand true.Straightened the hips and spine,It’s not time to rewind.Made the bed, stayed on track.Homeschooling and exercise.Head held high, Chickity realized…The power of the fire she holds inside! This poem was originally on…
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Perfection’s a Confection
“Oh, they’re perfect,” and swoon, Swept up over the moon. Not realized.. Perceived blessings Disguised curses Of filled purses, Cameras for familiar faces, curtailed. Red on sidewalks, Where blood once spilled. Now the carpet’s rolled out… You don’t belong here. Step aside from perfection, You’ll ruin the shot… be gone. A loved face, Made anonymous.…
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Perfectly Human 