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Hillary Rosenthal shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months agoGrief Implodes
Hillary RosenthalThe 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.-
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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TaMara E'Lan G. shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months agoMoments
TaMara E'Lan G.She enslaved every moment that crystallized within and between each breath.
Because moments are made to live.
She wore her past draped around her shoulders ,yet she foisted her future upon her head like a crown,
wrapping her presence around her heart with pride without a frown.
From sunrises to sunsets,
More moonlight nights full of no regrets,
she fights to capture thoughts of despair
with no tears or a vacant stare.
For in her essence she eludes dark moments,
her light a beacon.
Even when dim, she shines through her moments with the peace she’s still seeking.
A tapestry of testimony revealed in her journey,
the transparency both loathed and loved.
An observer and recorder of the times,
she uses her poetic insights to bind
each fulfilling moment she finds.
With wisdom and gray hairs in lieu of gray days ,
she slays the obstacles with Yahs grace
with sun beams caressing her face
she smiles in spite of life happening.
She enslaved every moment that crystallized within and between each breath.
Because moments are made to live.©️ 8/24/23 TaMara E’Lan G.
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Moxx shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months agoThe Siren’s Song
Kristen MoxleyTell me all your secrets and you will be set free
Listen to my mournful song of the siren sea
For it is not those who have been lost, but those who have been found
Hear my voice and you will find a solace in its soundI promise you a lifetime of treasure and opulence
Fear me not, for I see the future and hence –
Your time has come to be the king of the shadow realm
Jump in with me and leave your past life at the helmDown and down we go to the darkest of the blue
Sing my song and let its words envelop you
Spill your dreams and let me feast on your memories
Let me fuel your conscience and keep your mind at easeDrink in the sea or I will haunt you forever more
It be your choice for coming here, knocking on death’s door
Your soul is mine and I rejoice to kill once again
The siren’s song means that I hold the key to your life’s endSo when you hear the sounds of a woman crying out
Stay on your ship, lest death will bring about
The wayward man who doesn’t want to go to sleep
I’ll drag you down to my humble home in the deep-
Wow Kristen, this poem is so affectionate with imagery of the ocean.
I love how you speak for the massive body of tremendously influential and destructive water. This makes the reader feel a deep connection with the ocean and gives it many natural characteristics. Thank you so much for sharing your deep connection with nature.-Cierra
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Kara Kukovich shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months agoUniquely Free
Kara KukovichYou may call me a freak,
But I prefer unique.
You may think my thoughts strange,
But at least I’m not deranged.
So let me explain
Why weird is better than plain.While others follow the herd,
I fly off like a bird,
Forging my own route
Where my dreams can sprout.
The path may be rougher,
But it’ll only make me tougher.Alone you may find me.
Though lonely I will never be
For I am friends with the best,
The beasts, and bees, and all the rest
Who don’t ever mind
That I am different than their kind.Uninhibited, but aware,
I slip through the snare
That society has laid to trap,
Baited with shiny, useless crap,
To keep us caught in the machine.
Shedding social mores, I flee the scene.Travelling far and wide
I’ve found others on my side.
They do not talk or dress like me,
But they, too, long to be free.
Together our mix-match crew
Form fine families anew.So, you see, in the end
I will not break or bend
For fitting in is not my worry,
Nor am I sad or sorry
About those who’ve shut me out.
It’s their loss only, without a doubt.-
Hi Kara, This piece was beautifully written. I cherish the rhymes in each stanza. You describe freedom using unique imagery and compare yourself to nature. It makes me realize that we are naturally connected to nature in a prolific way. Thank you so much for sharing your vision in a profound and naturalistic way!
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Thank you Cierra! I grew up in a city but always felt like I belonged in the wilderness somewhere.
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I love this piece! Keep embracing your uniqueness! I am going to feature this piece in our newsletter today. <3 Lauren
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Thank you, Lauren! I consider it an honor.
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James/Maintain4life shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 3 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
