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Blue Sky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 months, 1 weeks ago
Procrastination, My Kryptonite
All of my deep fears
The monsters in my closet
Stem from this small thingProcrastination
I say I’ll do this later
But the time is nowI don’t want to yet
This is all so very hard
To take in right nowI’d really rather
Scroll on social media
Than deal with thisPesky task at hand
Veritable kryptonite
Anything but thisI’ll do this later
Let me crawl into a hole
And never come outThen I tried this app
To beat procrastination
I was skepticalTen minutes a day
That I will try out this app
For my life to changeI figured, why not?
Only a small chunk of time
That’s all it would takeSo I used the app
It seemed insignificant
Just a few modulesImmediately
It was life changing for me
I started on tasksNot putting them off
I actually finished them
I felt accomplishedOvercoming fears
I did not know I harbored
Now I’m the victorInstead of victim
I could actually do things
I felt empoweredNo longer I’d wait
The absolute last minute
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“Now I’m the victor instead of victim” is such an empowering statement. Procrastination is my best friend but can also be a huge enemy of mine. I’ll say the same thing “oh I’ll do it tomorrow” and then that task ends up not being done until 2 weeks later. I’ll beat myself up for down the road and complete the task in frustration but once it is…read more
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Tasha Meadows shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 months, 1 weeks ago
Six Eras of Fear
Heart skipping beats on narrow attic stairs,
      making hasty a getaway over thin air.
Chased by hazy visions from dreamy hells
      and the devils, too close at my heel.Running down sharp walled halls
        too afraid to stop or fall.
Terrified of the sounds, lost hidden howls,
       all the fear my imagination’s found.Fearing missteps with clumsy, unpopular opinions,
       always dreaming of lofty, aimless ambitions.
Climbing past the highest clouds, too afraid to leap,
    then falling over lazy hills, too anxious to sleep.Agonizing and pointless routines when life in the light
and old obscurities mingle, and nothing feels right.
Reading and rereading, searching for a newer spark,
to illuminate glimmers lost in the endless dark.
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Slowly wandering through and throughout Â
      the deep twilights, me and my doubt.
Shutting off lights, walking without the fright,
      strolling with stars guiding in the night.Seeing with clarity the emptiness
      hidden in shaded oblivions.
Dreading only the darkness
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Reading this poem gave me the vision of walking through a cavern. The darkness, the sharp walled halls. I admire the in depth imagery. I love the ending it brings me back to the quote that there is light at the end of the tunnel even though we are going through dark battles within our own dark cloud. Thank you for sharing Tasha beautifully written.
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Lennon Davis shared a letter in the
Poetry 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.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Penny Powell shared a letter in the
Poetry 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 meekYour Presence is unmatched
Your Presence is the latch
Your Presence I respect
Your Presence is where we connectYour Presence is golden
Your Presence is emboldening
Your Presence beautifully mends
Your Presence is a gemYour Presence is dependable
Your Presence is commendable
Your Presence is my truth
Your Presence is my rootYour 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.
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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
Poetry 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.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Lovely read, continue to evolve into a love that’s naturally shines on all ‼️🌹
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michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry 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.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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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
Poetry 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.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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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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Anita Williams shared a letter in the
Poetry 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?Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Anita Williams shared a letter in the
Poetry 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.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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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
Poetry 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.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Sometimes love can come from something you can’t see or touch.
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Anita Williams shared a letter in the
Poetry 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.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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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
Poetry 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.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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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!
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Anita Williams shared a letter in the
Poetry 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.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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And may all of your infinite rebirths be Glorious
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Don'shea Graves shared a letter in the
Poetry 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 beSubscribe  or  log in to reply
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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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Thank you 😊 💛. I appreciate you taking the time to read my peace✌🏽😁
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Anita Williams shared a letter in the
To the people we love group 6 months, 2 weeks ago
To Myself, With Gratitude
Thank you for seeing the light in others,
Even when they only cast shadows over you.
For holding onto love, despite the cracks,
For believing in its power, even when it broke you.Thank you for cherishing beauty in the world,
Even when the mirror refused to reflect it back.
For still standing, still breathing, still hoping,
When life handed you reasons to fall apart.Thank you for rising from every tumble,
For trusting in the divine process of growth.
For embracing the seasons of solitude,
Letting transformation carve your soul anew.Thank you for choosing to love yourself,
For recognizing the strength in your heart.
For seeing the brilliance within your spirit,
And refusing to mirror the hurt you’ve endured.You are the masterpiece shaped by storms,
A testament of resilience and grace.
I thank you, dear self, for never giving up,
For holding onto faith, love, and your radiant place.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry 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.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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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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Yeah it is, a good way to reflect.
Plus ot helps others relate
And hopefully express
Their pain & struggle.Write me back Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry 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 arrivesBirthdays, Hanukkah, Christmas & New Year’s
Times celebrated in good companyFall will become winter on the 21st
Daylight will slowly, surely returnA time to reflect on where we are
And where we want to be next yearThere’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 horizonSubscribe  or  log in to reply
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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
Poetry 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.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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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
Poetry 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
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Anita Williams shared a letter in the
Poetry 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,
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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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