Tag: Poem
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Crying Under Pouring Skies: A poem
This is a poem about crying under the rain. There is something very cathartic about the experience. Hope you like it. Crying Under Pouring Skies There is something about crying under the pouring skies That comforts me almost like a blanket on a cold snowy night. The intermingling of tears and thick drops of rain…
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When the lamp spoke: A sentient objects poem
It’s the middle of a stormy night I have been buried in excel sheets since 9 AM. Suddenly I hear a deep voice. “Is this what you want out of your life? Corporate slavery?” / Startled out of my wits I drop my pen & look around When the voice adds, “It’s me. Your lamp….
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The Foundation of Intricate Lies: A poem
I don’t know why I didn’t realize That our world built on the foundation of Intricate lies was bound to come down And shatter fragile sheets of peace While blowing away the unfastened Tarp of supposed tranquility. The beautiful net of intricate lies That shimmers like a lake’s surface Would never withstand the moonless stormy nights…
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The Ghost House: A poem
The crumbling mansion at the end of the road Is a ghost house, haven’t you heard? Once inhabited by a Sorceress and her daughter Now the magic plants serve as cow fodder. We press our faces against the iron gates And challenge each other to be brave And climb the rickety gray porch stairs. Then…
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This is the Sign You Needed to Start Publishing Your Poetry: A poem
The beams of light filtering from the trees And illuminating the papers strewn All over the grassy clearing Felt like the sign from heaven that she needed To start her poetic journey. She had secretly scribbled for years On beautiful cloth bound journals, Loose sheets of yellow and blue craft paper And soft brown paper…
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Things To Do in Spring: A poem on Spring
Pack your sweaters. Bring out flower printed dresses. Sip tea while gazing at fields of dahlias. Take an afternoon nap on a blanket under the tree at the bottom of your garden. Bury yourself in a poetry book. Make spring cleaning checklists. Take long evening walks on forgotten paths. Call an old friend. Take yourself…
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A Long Walk Along the Train Track: A nature poem
This is a part of a poem that you can read on my Buy Me A Coffee. / The sound of crunching golden brown leaves fills my ears As my boots hit the ground for my customary evening walk. The swallows song wafts from the trees Along with the smell that the season has a…
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Spring Has Arrived: A Seasons’ poem
Woo Hoo! ‘Spring has arrived’ Shout the kids While chasing after pink kites In the fields of bright yellow daffodils. The farmers are happy To have almost reached the finish line The golden-brown wheat crop Is almost ripe and ready to say goodbye To the fields which are once again Witnessing youngsters running along The…
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Losing Herself in His Presence: A poem
In the quiet solitude of the silent night She softly gazes at the picture On her oakwood nightstand. She feels his presence In the gentle rustle Of the peach curtains, In the soft chimes of the bells In the windowsill, In the feeling of being in a cocoon When it’s just you and your feelings …
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Heart-shaped Gifts That I Don’t Like to Receive : A poem
Red heart-shaped pillows. Heart-shaped chocolates filled with something gooey. Or heart-shaped chocolates in general. Heart-shaped journals that sit prettily on my desk and annoy my every writing self. Hearts painted on my nails. Heart-shaped pendants in pink. I will write about the hearts I love and loved on another evening when that journal isn’t so…