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  • Lennon Davis shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 1 weeks ago

    Ode To Poetry

    Ode to Poetry the love of my life, expressions at lyrical statures. Inspirations provoking my strife, writing as if nothing else matters.
    Mood iv’e embedded within my rhyme scheme metaphors eclipsing my thought, frustration at mind providing a theme; relinquishing feelings distraught.
    Literary term I hold in great favor, gateway to freedom I see, desecrating my life from my heart to my paper; As my lead askew’s awkwardly.
    As the abyss of my cerebrum manifests resplendent, the zenith of my pain is eclipsed replenishing my paradoxical remnant, in tact with my poetical gifts.

    Lennon Davis

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  • Penny Powell shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 1 weeks ago

    Your Presence

    I am currently on a trip to New York, and during my devotional time in my hotel room this morning, I was suddenly led to write and share “Your Presence” here:

    Your Presence is what I seek
    Your Presence is where we meet
    Your Presence brings me peace
    Your Presence is for the bold and meek

    Your Presence is unmatched
    Your Presence is the latch
    Your Presence I respect
    Your Presence is where we connect

    Your Presence is golden
    Your Presence is emboldening
    Your Presence beautifully mends
    Your Presence is a gem

    Your Presence is dependable
    Your Presence is commendable
    Your Presence is my truth
    Your Presence is my root

    Your Presence holds my hand
    Your Presence is time with my Best Friend
    Your Presence has no end
    Your Presence is where I stand!

    In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

    Penny A. Powell

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    • This poem is so beautiful. I love how you connected your poem to your morning devotion. I enjoy the imagery as God is all those things that you have written about. I think it is important to connect God in what we write as I used to be fearful of including Him in my poems or just writing in general and producing it unto the public. Thank you so…read more

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      • You’re welcome, and thank YOU so much, dear Cierra! I appreciate you reading the poem and commenting on it. I’m grateful that you enjoyed it.

        Yes, I wholeheartedly agree with you about the importance of including God in our writing. It’s great to hear that the “fear” you mentioned is a thing of the past!💖 Thankfully, expressing this way flows…read more

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  • michae1 shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago

    Shadow Work

    All this time searching for love
    And the whole time it’s within me.
    I Have too much to offer
    I guess, I noticed once I turn
    Towards the darkness.
    Love finds it’s way back in.
    Through another form.
    Then quickly turns around
    Looking Evol.
    Some days that’s all I push out
    Is evol. Then another
    Love comes around helping
    Me to evolve.
    Becoming the light casting
    Everyone’s shadow.
    Comes very clear with the
    sunrises & sunsets.

    Michael L George jr

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  • michae1 shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago

    Stale Mate

    We’ve come to a
    Stale mate,
    No more moves left.
    Time to start over or
    Call it quits.

    Michael L George jr

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    • Your words are so powerful. Your poem gives me inspiration that whatever story someone is trying to share in their life it doesn’t have to be long. I like writing sonnets and haiku poetry. This piece reminds me of a haiku.

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  • michae1 shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago

    Narratives

    Don’t forget! You’re the “writer”
    The “author” to your life.
    Other’s are at best, narrators
    To the situation
    & like most, they’re gonna
    Add their Lil flare to it.
    “Emphasizing”
    Certain moments & chapter’s,
    With sounds & hand gestures.

    Michael L George jr

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    • I always tell myself that I am the narrative of my own life. But at times I forget that because everyone has to be the narrator of my life desires and goals, or telling me what I should and shouldn’t do. There are times where the narrator will try to create the narrative for not just me but for people in general. So thank you for this reminder…read more

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  • "Healing Through the Unsealed"

    Writing has always been my therapy, my release,
    A way to uncover pain and rediscover peace.
    The Unsealed became my sacred space,
    To confront hidden traumas I was afraid to face.

    Through poetry, I heal and let creativity flow,
    Transforming unhealed hurt into a strength I now know.
    Each word I write mends the pieces of me,
    Guiding my spirit to where it’s meant to be.

    My stories inspire, my voice takes flight,
    Bringing hope to others in their darkest night.
    The Unsealed has allowed my soul to find its place,
    Turning my pain into purpose, my wounds into grace.

    Anita A Williams

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  • Anita Williams shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago

    "The Smile That Hides the Pain"

    She smiles though her spirit is breaking inside,
    Hiding the pain she’s been forced to confide.
    Each glance in the mirror, she fights back her tears,
    A stranger stares back, a reflection of fears.

    Another long night, she sleeps all alone,
    Begging for love that he’s never shown.
    She pleads for the man she knows he could be,
    But he keeps on proving it’s not meant to be.

    She smiles at his name, though it cuts like a knife,
    Cooking and cleaning, still tending his life.
    But deep in her heart, the sorrow takes hold,
    A story of love that feels empty and cold.

    She’s told to accept his emotional wall,
    To endure his choices, no matter how small.
    But how can she smile, pretending she’s fine,
    When each passing day, her soul’s on the line?

    Anita Williams

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  • Anita Williams shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago

    Daddy, Nobody Told Me

    Daddy, nobody told me the pain life would bring,
    How the world would feel empty without your everything.
    Birthdays now haunt me, and Father’s Day stings,
    Each moment without you, sorrow sharply clings.

    The day you left, my heart broke in two,
    A piece of me faded, forever with you.
    Every tear I cry, every ache I feel,
    Speaks of a loss time cannot heal.

    Call me selfish, but I need you near,
    The one who gave wisdom, who chased away fear.
    You lifted my burdens when troubles would rise,
    Balanced my world and wiped tears from my eyes.

    Daddy, you were my anchor, my first real love,
    My guide in the storms, sent straight from above.
    Nobody told me this pain would stay,
    Missing you more with each passing day.

    Anita A Williams

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    • Anita I really enjoy reading your poems. Especially the ones about your father. You inspire me to continue to write about the grievance of my father! Thank you for shining a light through your spoken word.

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  • Anita Williams shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago

    Love Has Never Been a Friend

    Love has never been a friend to me,
    Yet I keep hoping, blindly, desperately.
    Thinking, just maybe, this time it’s real,
    A love that will mend, a love I can feel.

    A love to heal what others have torn,
    To soothe the ache from promises sworn.
    They vowed they’d never do what others do,
    But left me questioning if love is true.

    You claimed there’d be no pain, no doubt,
    Said you’d bring joy where life ran out.
    You’d lift me up where others had failed,
    But like the rest, your promises paled.

    You stepped in while my heart was sore,
    Made vows, then left me hurting more.
    No better than the lies of the past,
    Your love, like theirs, would never last.

    Love has never been a friend, it seems,
    Just a thief that haunts my dreams.
    It collects my tears, then walks away,
    Leaving me broken, day by day.

    All it gives are scars and strife,
    A cruel betrayal disguised as life.
    Love, the foe I thought was kind,
    Keeps tearing apart my heart and mind.

    Anita A Williams

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  • Anita Williams shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago

    "The Weight of Disappointment"

    I’m not mad, just deeply let down,
    By the ones I let in who only pulled me down.
    Every chance I gave, every risk I took,
    Led to heartbreak in places I forgot to look.

    I’m not mad, just disappointed in me,
    For holding on to what was never meant to be.
    Friendships I knew were never real,
    Yet I clung to them, ignoring what I feel.

    I’m not mad, just disappointed inside,
    For letting family, friends, and love decide
    How much peace I’d lose, how far I’d stray,
    From the light I fought for, day after day.

    I’m not mad, just disappointed in the time I lost,
    The years spent paying such a heavy cost.
    Loving those who never cared at all,
    Their gains were plenty, but my heart took the fall.

    I should’ve loved myself first, poured it all in,
    Let go of the ties that kept me within.
    Unnecessary bonds kept me from flight,
    While my heart stayed tangled in endless fight.

    I’m not mad, just disappointed in my fall,
    For letting their darkness cover it all.
    I’m stuck rebuilding, but never quite free,
    Still chasing the growth that was stolen from me.

    So no, I’m not mad—but disappointed instead,
    For all the time wasted in a cycle I fed.

    Anita A Williams

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    • Thank you Anita for sharing your poem about disappointment. I often confuse disappointment with anger and latch on to a lot of people that do not serve my purpose in life. I am still learning to this day that no I’m not angry with the way situations are but just disappointed about the way I let things prolong.

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  • michae1 shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago

    Luscious

    I stopped searching for love,
    Because I knew.
    Every time I look for it,
    I end up with distrust.
    The moments we spent.
    Caused momentum fueled by lust.
    No love found, no love lost.
    Just another thrust,
    To combust another nut.

    Michael L George jr

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    • Thank you for expressing your feelings towards love. At times love does get overwhelming when we are continuously searching and end up running into a dead end. I hope that loves searches and finds you instead of you searching for love!
      -Cierra

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  • Anita Williams shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago

    Standing Still

    I am tired of standing in the same old place,
    While the world moves forward, I’ve lost the race.
    Clinging to energy that’s no longer mine,
    Holding to bonds that have passed their time.

    The lessons I’ve missed, they circle again,
    The same disappointments, the same old pain.
    Year after year, the cycle repeats,
    Dreams left behind, hopes in defeat.

    Depression whispers, and sadness calls,
    As I crumble inside, behind these walls.
    I tell my dreams but never pursue,
    Afraid to break free, afraid of what’s new.

    God is calling, “Step out of your zone,
    You must let go to truly own
    A life that is new, a heart that will grow,
    But change requires you to let go.”

    What’s the point of change if the mind won’t shift?
    If you cling to the past, no life will lift.
    Familiar tears, familiar hell,
    The comfort of sorrow, your own prison cell.

    So if I am tired, I must take a stand,
    Let go of the familiar, reach for God’s hand.
    The power to change is within my soul,
    To rise from the ashes, to finally be whole.

    Anita A Williams

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  • Don'shea Graves shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago

    Insecurity

    What becomes of he who deprives the world of a smile?;

    I found the answer to such a question when I realized just how much of my energy I had given my insecurities;

    My smile, my hair, my body;
    I solely identified with my “imperfections” and paid the price;

    The price being peace;
    To govern l(i)fe only by tangibility disrupts so(u)l;
    Hiding through my own personal shame, I dwindled the ultimate flame;

    And I also sabotaged;
    Sabotaged opportunities so that the audience I “knew” wouldn’t dare see me as I saw myself;

    Thoughts of possible laughter agonizing my psyche;

    Though a shell I was;
    Though a shell I chose to be;
    This shell has always contained the l(i)fe desired to be experienced;

    As a token of my appreciation I now listen to yo(u)r voice, yo(u)r requests, yo(u)r vision;

    I don’t wanna hide, though hiding means survival of my ego and pride;

    I wanna reside in so(u)l and l(i)ght;
    And so I smile;
    I smile for the 10 year old boy who denied himself l(i)fe because of an insecurity;

    I smile for the teenager who saw himself as unlovable due to a unique smile;

    I smile for the man ready to live in his l(i)ght;
    I smile for the world because the world is who/ what I choose to be

    Don'Shea Graves

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    • I love how you put the words “l(I)fe” and “so(U)l” because we design our life and soul the way we want! I really enjoy reading this piece as I resonate with what you are saying. My favorite thing to do is to hide in my shell. But I am aware of bringing back my inner child. Being careless of peoples perspectives of me and just doing what makes me…read more

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  • michae1 shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago

    Mary Jane

    Brain lit from a few toxins,
    Feeling good.
    Endorphins flowing from this
    Concentrated THC. This lovely lady
    Mary Jane squeezed out for me.
    She a lil thick like honey,
    Gets a lil sticky
    And her aroma is soo intoxicating.
    Has my mind working,
    Thinking about…mmmm,
    Many things! Brought her out with me
    As I consume a few drinks.
    Euphoria hits! Once we start to mix.

    Michael L George jr

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    • I love the imagery in your poem. It makes me reflect back to when I was a heavy smoker, Mary Jane was my best friend to get me through all my trauma and worries. But now I face my troubles a lot better I think it’s good to still write about our struggles we faced. Thank you for sharing and bringing out my thought process.

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  • Oswald Perez shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 2 weeks ago

    Welcome To December

    Dear Unsealers,

    It’s the second day of December. I hope that everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving.

    I had an extra reason to celebrate this weekend, as it was my sister & I’s 39th birthday yesterday. From all the well wishes, to afternoon tea at the Warren Street Hotel in Tribeca, it was an overwhelming day filled with joy.

    With the birthday celebrations completed, it’s time to properly welcome in the month of December. Mother Nature signaled the change in month as it’s freezing cold here in NYC.

    I can’t believe that we’ve reached the last month of 2024 already.
    It’s time to close out the year on a high note.

    Now, for the welcome to the month of December…

    Welcome to December
    It’s time for the last shout!

    Thirty-one days left in 2024
    The magic of the holidays arrives

    Birthdays, Hanukkah, Christmas & New Year’s
    Times celebrated in good company

    Fall will become winter on the 21st
    Daylight will slowly, surely return

    A time to reflect on where we are
    And where we want to be next year

    There’s melancholy flipping the last page of the calendar
    Wondering, “where did the time go?!”

    Let’s make the most of these days
    2025 is on the horizon

    Oswald Perez

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    • First off Happy Belated Birthday! It sounds like you and your sister had a grand time! It’s so cool that you both share the same birthday while being the same age! December is my favorite month because it gives us time to reflect and congratulate ourselves for getting through a year of trials and tribulations. I honestly love winter because as…read more

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  • michae1 shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 3 weeks ago

    A-Rested Mind

    Feeling a Lil restless,
    I want to spend more time.
    Doing other things,
    So sometimes I would rest less.
    In the moment I could care less
    Until that restlessness kicks in.
    Sometimes I think, that’s the best rest.
    Laying in bed falling asleep
    almost instantaneously,
    No mind wandering, no worries
    Or nothing.
    Mind arrested on getting some rest.
    A rested mind Awakens the divine.

    Michael L George jr

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    • I was feeling like this today. Actually for the past few weeks! Our body tells us when we need rest and sometimes we listen and sometimes we don’t. But when we don’t listen our body forces us to lay arrest to feel back juvenated and restored. Today I laid down way longer than I usually do and it felt good. I got up and had new ideas flowing to me.…read more

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    • Meditation and self care is what has helped me get back into writing. Very cool piece!

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  • michae1 shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 3 weeks ago

    Cards on the table

    So many eyes on me,
    Which Is why I stay cautious.
    Carefully selected
    With Little options.
    As I take precautions
    Some start to get under my skin
    Causing me to act out,
    Still living how I want.
    Sipping on a few drinks
    Blowing weed smoke out.
    Sometimes I’ll go grab another
    Nice looking female
    To release some tension.
    And wake up, leave the next day
    With no expectations,
    No need for the relationship status.
    Just let it be a memory
    That goes through your
    Hippocampus.

    Michael L George jr

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  • Anita Williams shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 4 weeks ago

    The Weight of Grief

    It began on a cold January day,
    When my father’s soul was called away.
    A part of me shattered, a piece was lost,
    A pain so deep, it came at a cost.

    I was finding myself, a path so clear,
    Losing weight, routines I held dear.
    Yet his passing left me stuck in time,
    Trapped in grief’s unyielding climb.

    I buried the pain, went back to the grind,
    Work became the shelter for my mind.
    Two weeks later, I stood so strong,
    But my heart knew something was wrong.

    I ended love with a heavy heart,
    The first who loved me from the start.
    Then stumbled into arms not true,
    Grief hid the pain I never worked through.

    December came, a cruel, dark plight,
    My prayed-for baby lost in the night.
    I woke to emptiness deep inside,
    And once again, I let work collide.

    A prison filled with chaos and strife,
    I hid my wounds in the noise of life.
    My uncle passed; I worked again,
    Ignoring the ache that wouldn’t end.

    But this year, God had other plans,
    He placed me still in His guiding hands.
    Isolation forced my soul to see,
    The grief I buried lived in me.

    I ended love that wasn’t pure,
    Set boundaries strong, began to endure.
    Day by day, the healing grows,
    Progress comes, though the journey’s slow.

    I am learning to feel, to grieve, to cope,
    To find in sorrow a seed of hope.
    Though the pain is great, I see the light,
    Step by step, I reclaim my fight.

    For grief may linger, but I am strong,
    In my heart, my father’s love lives on.
    Through every loss, I rise anew,
    Healing, growing, becoming true.

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    • Anita I love the picture that flows with this poem about your father. He is shining through you. I couldn’t resonate anymore as I lost my father last year. We keep ourselves busy to hide from the grief but I am learning as well that we have to face them and go through the process step by step. Thank you for being an inspiration in sharing your…read more

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      • “Thank you so much for your kind words and for sharing a part of your journey with me. I’m truly grateful and humbled that my story could be an inspiration to you. Losing a parent is such a profound loss, and I deeply understand the pain of it. You’re absolutely right—it’s so important to face grief step by step, even when it’s tough. I’m so…read more

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  • Anita Williams shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 6 months, 4 weeks ago

    Dear Me, A Tribute to Resilience

    Through storms and shadows, I’ve walked this path,
    Enduring the cruelty, enduring the wrath.
    Bullied in silence, torn apart inside,
    Yet I stood tall, with God as my guide.

    Called names that cut, bruised by their words,
    Misunderstood like a song unheard.
    They mocked how I learn, how my mind is wired,
    But their taunts could never steal what I’ve aspired.

    Through autism’s lens, I see the world,
    With ADHD, my thoughts have swirled.
    Yet in my chaos, I found my grace,
    Smiling through tears, I embraced my place.

    A mother of two, with love as my shield,
    Through sleepless nights, I refused to yield.
    In a prison’s walls, where stress runs high,
    I worked, I thrived, beneath a burdened sky.

    They called me ugly, tried to dim my light,
    But I held on, I fought the fight.
    I didn’t give up, I rose from the pain,
    Like flowers that bloom after the rain.

    Dear me, you are beauty, you are strength,
    Your heart beats bold, at any length.
    For women like you, who feel unseen,
    You’ve proven to be their radiant queen.

    Grateful I stand, for the woman I’ve grown,
    Resilient, unbroken, I’ve made life my own.
    Through faith and fire, I’ve learned to see,
    The endless power that lies in me.

    Anita A Williams

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    • Anita, This is so well-written. I am so sorry you have had to face so much evil. But you are so right, you are incredibly strong and resilient, and you are showing your kids what a powerful woman looks like each and every day. In fact, through your writing, you are also showing me and others. Keep going. <3 Lauren

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      • “Thank you so much, Lauren. Your words truly mean a lot to me. It hasn’t been an easy journey, but knowing that my story can inspire others makes it all worthwhile. I’m grateful to be able to share my experiences and strength, not just for my kids but for amazing people like you who remind me why I keep going. Thank you for your kindness and sup…read more

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  • Hillary Rosenthal shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

    Grief Implodes

    The world collapsed in
    As I slept-
    The rug fell out
    While I wept.
    The smiles got brighter
    The more I met
    But the world still collpased-
    In on me and it’s very self.

    I held for hope,
    Held it until I couldn’t breathe.

    Waited for an outstretched hand,
    I hoped they’d know my name.
    The world collapsed in,
    While I slept
    Into slumber- I crept..

    The universe became a hole
    As I wept.

    Hillary Rosenthal

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    • Thank you for sharing your grief journey. Grief is a rollercoaster. I understood your message so well, some days we are happy, then the next minute we are sad or mad. Grief creeps up on us while we are at work, going to the store, it just does not have a set time frame where it goes away. We have to take it step by step. It is not a process to…read more

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