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Benjamin Fuller shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 1 weeks agoForgive, Find Peace
Donald M. ClydeWhat is the point of holding a grudge?
To carry along a heart full of hate?
To stand firm in wrath, and not budge
For it is but a burdensome weight
One must learn to forgive
To let streams of mercy flow
For their own spirit to live
One must learn to let go
Why must one torment their own soul?
Why must one harden their heart like slate?
For vengeance is but an empty hole
And it’s endless cycle shall be one’s fate
It has been said, an eye for an eye
But I simply ask why?
Life is short, and one day we die
So why is mercy something that we deny?
Harken unto this decree
Forgive and be free
Looking back you will see
Bitterness only holds you back from all you can be
Like venom in your veins
Circulating through your blood
When hatred reigns
One may as well be laid to rest in the mud
Living but not alive
Overcome by offense
Forward on they’ll strive
Until they get recompense
Consumed
Hurt ever looming
Never healing
Internally reeling
The torment won’t cease..
Forgive…
Release…
Live…
Find peace-
This was so powerful. I too struggle with forgiveness, its sometime is something that happens day by day. but thanks for sharing.
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Donald, great work! Even though forgiveness can be difficult and trust may take a while to regain, I am glad that you have recognized what is best for you and what will help you become a better person. Great message!
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Amanda Townsend shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 2 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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keykey shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 2 weeks agoIT WAS ALL A DREAM
kEYI want to give you all of me.
But i see what you’ll do
I wish 1+1 could = 2.Our greatest fear confirmed what we already know
That we will grow close and then have to let goI want to be what you need
But, your void is hungry and hard to feedI’m starting to pick myself apart.
I try to reach your head, but go straight for your heart.You probably are realizing that I’m just a dream
Idealized goddess I’m not what I seemI’m sorry that you thought that I was all you need
I tried to tell you that this was a dream-
Awww, You are more than enough for the right person. This is so heartfelt and creative. Thank you for sharing. Sending hugs.
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“More than enough for the right person” I’m going to remember this! Thank you.
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Love can be so heartbreaking and hard at times. but take all that love you have inside and give it to yourself, and then the love you decide to share with others will be magnified.
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Thank you! I need this reminder
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You are perfectly enough. You are you and don’t change yourself just to be loved by the wrong person. I know it’s difficult to change your mind and lose an attachment to a person that you loved, but your life will improve when you realize that someone who really loves you wouldn’t ever make you feel the way you do now.
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That’s the exact sentiment that helped me leave. It hurt way too much
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Tracie Sperling shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 2 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Patrick Stapleton shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 2 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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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.
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roses shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 3 weeks agoYour Eyes Sound Like
RosesA lot of guys get lost in your eyes
But I found myself in those depths that galaxies rest in
Your eyes hug stars and sprinkle glitter for their shimmer when the sun wants to shine
I didn’t know it then but when momma would sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star it was a love song
Because I’m one of the dots to your constellation and the others are the children
Our love is so good it should be a sin
God forgive me, I know I’m not supposed to look directly at you
But your daughter has your eyes, and I can’t stop staring
She helps me stay centered with you when I get full of myself
Seeing my reflection in her eyes is one of my favorite things because it’s a moment of Trinity
God eyes saying straighten up son
Your eyes whisper I love you
My eyes catch us with His hands and say I’ll hold your heart
Followed by, I love you too
Our eyes share an embrace that never let’s go in silence
But anyone who sees the way I look at you hears the softness of a love song
They covet the way my eyes hold you like I hold the hand of our child
Their eyes have never seen a sight that sounded so pure
And anyone who sees the way your eyes reply to me, listens to that unforgettable poem on repeat
Then they get lost trying to find your gaze under my sunset
So, the closest thing to feeling that poem, is to hit repeat on this memory
I can’t help but smile when I see your eyes talk about us
p.s. your eyes make the best ASMR…-
Aww, I love this! The beauty that we see in others can seem ethereal at times and it can be such a wonderful thing. The connection you have with this person sounds so deep and meaningful. I am glad you have found a person like this.
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Haven’t found that person yet, I just like to write about moments in time with the theme of relationships 🌹, thank you for reading and sharing your encouraging words ‼️
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You are welcome! Don’t worry, you will find this person! When you do, your life will change for the better ♥
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Melinda Stone shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 3 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 3 weeks agoFacebook
Matty JablonskyFacebook Facebook,
Here we go again…
“Like if you agree!”
“Share and tag your friends!”It’s all the same stuff,
just on a different day.
“I never make posts like this…”
“So I just wanna say…”No one really cares,
this isn’t even real.
“Click the link below!”
“What a great deal!”Scrolling and scrolling,
the hours fly by.
“Someone liked your post!”
“Someone went live!”But we’re all missing out,
on a little thing called “life”.
A husband stares at his phone,
and ignores his lonely wife.No one raises their kids,
it’s easier it seems…
Children don’t make noise,
when they stare at the screen.I worry what it’s doing,
to our world and our minds.
It’s become a way of life,
or a sign of the times.I feel like a prisoner,
and I know I’m not alone.
We’re all prisoners now,
that’s why it’s called a “cell” phone.-
I LOVE this. And it really made me think of my finace yelling at me to get off my phone. It really is hurting our relationships and so much more. This is such a creative way to make a poignant point. I will be including this piece in our newsletter today (Friday). Check it out :). Thanks for sharing your talent with us. You are amazing. <3 Lauren
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The truest of words. Technology has its perks but the social decline because of cell phones alone is scary. I absolutely agree!
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Woah. This is eye-opening. Society today is so glued to screens and I completely agree, it is affecting our quality of life! Being someone who is on a screen a lot and is trying to cut back, it can be so difficult to refrain from the use of them. Our brains are wired to want it, like a drug. It is scary and I hope we can find a way to stop this.
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 3 weeks agoWelcome, August
Oswald PerezDear, Unsealers:
The first day of August is heading into the evening hours.
Eight months into 2024?! Time’s picking up speed as the days move along.
As I tend to do at the first or so of every month, I write a poem to welcome in the new month. The dog days of summer are here…
A welcome to the month of August
31 new days in the heart of summerFor the dog days are here
Where it feels like one day morphs into the nextAlthough the calendar is blank
There’s still reason to look forwardFrom the tail end of the Olympics
To the Premier League’s return and the US Open’s first serve
With plenty of room for so much more to be doneWhen August ends
All roads will lead to a long weekend getaway
From concrete buildings in NYC, out to the Newport shores -
Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 3 weeks agoI'm no fool...
Timothy T 🙂I walked in the house-huge it was,
seems I walked for miles.
May a church mouse-full of love,
Begetting me on trial?What are you doing here-I heard,
Why such the long face without smile?
Then at the top-I overheard,
“Child, be thankful for the whiles.”I thought, “How silly-in the kitchen here,
What a great-aged bottle of wine…
Sure would taste good-I wish I could,
Drink the sweet of this vine”!Then I thought, “I’m just a branch,
On the true Vine I hang…
No need to feel fine with fake romance,
God’s Goodness caused me to change”!How would be-if I got caught,
Cheating on my Lord?
Then came to me-in my mind brought,
A Word sharper than all 2-edged swords…It cut my thinking away from drinking,
Saying, “Look straight with thine eyes…
For if you drank, and even gave thanks-
Your foolishness would prove unwise”!Then I just looked a little farther to see-
A deceiving snake staring back at me.
He said, “Just drink, I may not bite…
But I will sting and mar your life”!So I looked again and heard with all,
My common sense telling me-not to take the fall!
So I didn’t, I quit it-And I will drink no more…
For when I get tempted-my Overcomer is the Lord!!!PRAISE HIM!!!
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Darnel LaFrance shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 3 weeks agoserpentine
kireiyou are that which calls,
silky flowing hair,
deep eyes to die in,
diamond in form,
i bow to your waist,
lay my head at your hips and pray,
you are poetry,
but it’s not your body that i want,
it’s the body you’re inside of,
and i want inside,
i want to share your mind,
to see me how you see me,
to see you how you see you,
to break free from the chains of the material world,
and intertwine with your spirit,
a coil forming around a love without word,
a love there is no word for,
hermetic, prometheus, my punishment is for daring to breach the seal that binds us to being,
my punishment is that i cannot be part of you,
serpentine. -
James/Maintain4life shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 3 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 3 weeks agoMy Chrome Book...
Titus 79 🙂My nephew messed up
On his “Chrome Book”…
So it was given to me.
Now it is mine to look and see,
Only the things that are clean.
A great opportunity to prove,
That worldly lust will loose!
An opportunity to share with all
Of the One able-to stop every fall!
A possible chance to be promoted
By the One to Whom-my life is devoted!
A very great way to get in touch
Of the ones in time past-
Of whom I may not have said enough!A great time to learn and grow
Improving more on things I ought to know.
May I even be going back to school,
With this little computer-that’s pretty cool!Greatest of all, a way to overcome
The traps set up for me-I’ve fallen through some.
But I trust in the Great Grace of God…
That I’m an Overcomer-through His Word I trod!
By that same sweet Grace-
He always lets me know,
He is my heart-monitor…
Wherever I go!!!-
Congrats on the new computer. I hope you use it to make all your dreams come true and more. I can’t wait to read all the brilliant poetry you write. <3 Lauren
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Thank you so much Lauren, I do so appreciate all the encouragement from you-you are such a blessing in my life!!! 🙂
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Lauren, I wish I could talk to you. Not as between a man and woman, but as someone who I believe would be able to understand me and possibly be able to help-probably even with some answers. I probably won’t be able to, and that’s all right. But I believe God somehow does and He likes taking broken people like me and loves to fix them. Know for…read more
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Brittney Bailey shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 4 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 4 weeks agoBienvenue aux XXXIIIe Jeux Olympiques!
OSwald PerezDear Unsealers,
Bonjour from New York City!
As I type this post, the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games is on my screen. After an already busy summer of sport due to UEFA’s Euro 2024 and the Copa America, the main event of the summer has finally arrived.
Seeing the athletes floating along the River Seine is making me nostalgic for the City of Lights. I can’t wait to see the competition to come and all the shots of the city in the next two weeks.
As I tend to do, I wrote a poem to welcome in this event, one that only comes once every four years. Let the games begin!
As the athletes of the world gather in Paris
To open the games of the XXXIII OlympiadHere’s to the next sixteen days
After the cauldron is dramatically litAll the stories that will be told
The drama the competitions will bring
With the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat coming full circleFrom La Tour Eiffel, crossing the globe to the waves of Tahiti
Visions of France in all it’s splendorCasting the cynicism of the world aside
For the ideals of sportsmanship that Mr. de Coubertin appealedIn the distance, the Olympic Fanfare is here
Pour dire bienvenue à Paris à tous! -
Asia Harris shared a letter in the
Poetry group 11 months agoA Friend
Asia Marie HarrisI love you truly
You seen me in times I can’t imagine
I love you truly
More than your faulty car engine.
Can you love me more than anything
I truly can’t imagine
Back and forth from you
Communication lacks
Time apart grows
I see us as bros or homes
Instead of lovers or odd dear friends
Help clear my heart
Can you make my life
Inside a picture like still life art
Living alone with feelings has taught me
You are all I need baby
I need you and you only
If you was love I would ask to rescue me
From aros arrow of anguish and torment
So I can heal and flourish
Cause I couldn’t pick
Truly love
I love only you
And you truly. -
Rachel Milligan shared a letter in the
Poetry group 11 months, 1 weeks agoBroken dreams
Rachel MilliganHours upon hours of time
Of energy of feelings
All for the wrong person
The states from people who have a different perspective from you
The greatness, the love , talking about how amazing that person is
But never forget about the struggles, the overwhelmed
The droplets of rain ruining the cars
Your soul, your peace
Before you realize it’s too late
To stop the feeling of attraction
The broken bottles of alcohol
Laying on the ground and not feeling the same way,
The ick of making things uncomfortable
Ignoring the trying to be nice
The effort and meaning a gift from God
And me meaning a block of clay
And while you are enjoying life
I’m the one with the gambling problem
The fight between the gods
But I deserve the clouds subsiding
On a rainy day, both worlds on the same wavelength of light
The same level of power
Not electrocuting the lines, but
Having the goals and being in line with myself
That you add to my math problem
And not subtract away my life
Do not pull the trigger
To gain knowledge and wisdom
And to be amazed by the museum of art
And to not pick up the glass shards with my bare bare hands. -
wendyunique shared a letter in the
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