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  • ENOUGH

    A feeling too familiar.

    To Drift like a ghost in the wind.

    Falling for false claims from those who often say.

    They love me.

    They support me.

    They’ll be there for me. (Right)

    But leave without a sound or notion of why. (Is it me?)

    You blame yourself.

    You try to come up with reasons on why people leave as fast as the seasons go by.

    Spring, Summer, Fall & Winter.

    As we enter the realm of our mind, I eagerly hear the questions.

    Will I ever be enough?

    Enough to be loved?

    Enough to be cherished?

    Enough to be heard?

    Enough to be seen in a world of obscurity?

    Enough to stay for?

    Within me, I can see how heartbreaking the mind can be.

    The gut punching facts that the mind speaks of tragedies or feelings of hurt.

    They remain to remind you of memories that make you doubt yourself.

    You think a good thing is a bad thing.

    You think you are not good enough to feel joy or to even relish the thought of peace.

    You no longer want to feel.

    You want to be still.

    The breakdowns severe, it feels as our hearts trying to escape your chest.

    Questioning my worth, that I have worthy embedded in my skin.

    Hear when I say.

    Yes, you are ENOUGH.

    You will loved & cherished.

    The support you receive will be with no question.

    The one you truly love the most will see you.

    You are enough to stay for.

    We are divine beings whom deserve peace, joy and love.

    We Are Enough!

    Vision Woodall

    Voting starts August 21, 2025 12:00am

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    • Your words resonate deeply, expressing a pain many understand. It’s brave to acknowledge these feelings. Remember, your worth isn’t determined by others’ actions. You are inherently valuable, deserving of love, support, and peace. Focus on self-love and healing; you are enough, exactly as you are. Let go of the doubts and embrace your inherent…read more

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  • It Will Get Better For You

    Hello Old Self,

    You didn’t deserve what happened to you. The pain doesn’t define you. Yes, you are better than how you are being treated. Your emotions are valid. It’s okay to admit our father disrupts our peace. He brings nothing to our life but false hope after 23 years. Tell the woman that brings you peace that you’re falling in with love her. The strength you need is within your soul, heart, and mind. You aren’t worthless. Life gets better for you, even though I know it feels like the world is crashing down. Our new beginning starts with the love within us. We are divine. True love makes us feel like we are not alone. We are light, even through the dark. It’s okay if our light slowly is dim it is not permanent. You’ll finally feel peace once we set our hurt free. You know that great, sunny-day feeling? Where the wind is rustling through the leaves in a tree, or when you see a kid flying his kite as the birds fly above. Everything surrounding you is divinely beautiful. This is what to look forward to. The joy awaits you in the end.

    Vision Woodall

    Voting starts July 2, 2025 12:00am

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    • I really like the part about letting the hurt go, and the on going theme about loving yourself and accepting love. Those are things I struggle with, it’s good to hear that encouragement from someone else learning the same lessons!

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    • Vision, I like the way you encourage yourself so much in this piece. You are right that you did not deserve whatever happened to you and you are more than the result of it. I hope your life is full of sunny-day feelings. Thank you for sharing your story!

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  • MISUNDERSTOOD PERSONA

    Smile more they say
    Why does she look mad
    Is she okay
    As they try to whisper walking past me
    Unapproachable yet, I’m never approached
    Oh face how you are perceived
    Oh my face how you are mistaken as upset
    Maybe I’m sad
    Maybe I’m broken
    Maybe I have a lot on my mind
    Maybe I’m stressed
    Maybe I’m none of the above & I am genuinely filled with Joy
    You judge, but don’t ask me what is wrong
    You assume I’m everything, but happy
    Here’s the kicker I am okay
    I am loved
    I am in love with whom I am spending the rest of my life with
    I am filled with joy
    My facial expressions will tell you many things, but you won’t know till you ask
    Get to know me before you mistakenly identify me as angry

    Vision

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    • Vision, so many people are judged unfairly as being mean or angry simply because of their resting faces. In my experience, the people who look the meanest are often the sweetest. It is so important to get to know someone before you make assumptions. I am glad that you are filled with joy, and I hope others are able to see it! Thank you for sharing…read more

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    • So nice to meet you in the Zoom meeting. You’re story inspired me on a way when I have those feelings I know I am not alone. Breathe in Breathe out slowly is what I do lately

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  • roses shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months, 1 weeks ago

    INFJ

    The rarest personality trait in the U.S. making up 1-3% of the population
    Although very cool, it gets hard to find those who you can truly relate to or be open with
    The quote says, “with great power comes great responsibility,” so off days must bloom even when I feel off
    Quickly collecting myself like “where is my super suit?”
    I have incredible things to do
    My superpower sports a cape of compassion like a brand-new bowtie
    But they can’t see me when I graze the clouds
    Because their mirror gets ignored for parts, they wish to see for themselves in everyone else
    Judgement then gets passed at a surface level, but my mind is only comfortable in the sky
    My secret identity is me, myself, and I
    But they never see passion behind the why
    I’m a pretty good judge of character after about three goodbyes
    I can dissect the parts of your heart that need surgery, the parts that make you cry
    I can feel the shift in your breathing from across the room
    I can tell your mood based on the way you’re walking or talking
    I can stop the bleeding with my words of wisdom
    Words that have traveled around the world and seen multiple lives
    Lives that have ended early, lives that couldn’t find purpose, lives that found love and happiness, lives that weren’t treated fairly, lives that only saw hell or some lucky few only heaven knew
    All these residences a hundred lifetimes could never see
    My intuition breathes on the daily
    It’s exhausting but I’ll never get tired of helping others
    I’m an empath so my path encompasses the needs of others, I’m still learning to acknowledge my own
    I’m observant on a microscopic level so it feels as if I can predict the future when I just notice the behavior patterns most glance over
    The keys are in the details, but no one reads between the lines, people only want the cliff notes
    Well, pull out your pen, I’m going to bring success to you
    1. Love others more than yourself and true love will be attracted to you, you won’t have to keep searching for it only to find pain
    2. Gratitude is the only peace that last longer than self-care or a vacation, stop stressing over the things you can’t control
    3. Fear and Comparison are cousins that shouldn’t be in your family tree, they are poisoning your roots; so, have a conversation with the two and watch how relatable the confidence you thought you never knew begins to bloom
    p.s. my superpower is learning to be a better version of me…

    Roses

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    • I truly love the several metaphors in this piece. One of them being “. Gratitude is the only peace that last longer than self-care or a vacation, stop stressing over the things you can’t control” I have to remind myself daily to not stress over things that I can not control and I honestly find my outcome of my situation turning out to be better t…read more

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      • Yes, thank you for sharing your time in this moment of poetry with me. Keep striving for great things and a greater mindset will senselessly become the norm. And one day you’ll notice the growth and appreciate the hard times. The hurdles are only high when you need to jump, the fall is only scary when you don’t practice how to fail, and winning…read more

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    • This is amazing. I felt so connected while reading.” I’m a pretty good judge of character after about three goodbyes
      I can dissect the parts of your heart that need surgery, the parts that make you cry” 🌹🔥

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  • I Thank You For All You've Done

    Lets begin with Thank You
    I thank you for letting me be free
    Thank you for loving me
    Oh what i would do without you
    There would be no me without you
    Thank you for letting me express
    Thank you letting me me cry
    Thank you for letting me jump around & dance
    Thank you for finally standing up for yourself
    Thank you for allowing me to receive love
    Thank you for letting me show love
    Thank you for not disregarding my feelings
    Thank you for caring for me
    Thank you for peace
    Thank you for kindness
    Thank you for smiling
    Thank you for me
    As i enjoy the breeze in the air
    And Smile immensely in the now
    I thank you for all you’ve done

    Vision Woodall

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    • Aww Vision, you are such a sweet soul. I love you seeing all that makes you wonderful and thanking yourself for it. You are such a king and beautiful human. And I am glad you know that. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being such a wonderful part of our community. <3 Lauren

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  • Nicky

    If beautiful was printed from a negative it would be the silhouette of a rose
    Because roses are sculpted from the hands of immorality
    Breathed from the marble no one saw as a flower
    Every petal flaunts the gorgeous of galaxies
    Positively Divine
    The eyes of roses are ocean deep and sky blue
    They see life the way we’re supposed to live
    Balanced in duality, Life and Death
    A marriage with as many anniversaries as time
    The two need to become one so fear may bloom into confidence
    A rose might be one of the few things to achieve perfection on earth the way its attraction reflects the heavens
    The way it’s smile ages like the innocence of a child until its aroma becomes the wine from 35′
    The way it freezes death into a Picasso Dali Esque piece of painted poetry
    A rose understands the heartbeat of death and the silence of life in humility
    That’s why they are used during and after life
    Have you ever seen such grace command hell ?
    Roses make the marble soft, the concrete cry, and anxiety strong
    And that is why I say, “you remind me of a rose, an absolute rose.” (Daisy Buchanan)
    You are and can be everything you want to achieve
    p.s. it’s never too late to sculpt your rose…

    This quote from The Great Gatsby has inspired me since my high school years. As a passionate admirer of flowers, particularly roses, I aspire to embody the metaphor of sculpting my rose from concrete. Life presents various challenges, and I have faced significant mental health hurdles along the way. However, this quote serves as a powerful reminder to embrace the strength that can emerge from pain and success. I am committed to personal growth and believe in my capacity to improve each day. That is what I wish to communicate in this poem and inspire others on their own journey.

    Roses

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    • As an English teacher, I love The Great Gatsby. It is too bad that none of the characters (other than Gatbsy, in my opinion) were particularly “rosy” themselves. You are so right that you can achieve what you set your mind to with determination, grit, and commitment. Roses are so much more beautiful when they push through concrete. Thank you for…read more

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      • Yes, life is less about finding happiness but more about pushing the boundaries to discover gratitude within the places you wouldn’t have looked. Thank you for taking time to read this piece!

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  • db-cooper submitted a contest entry to Group logo of Write a poem (or letter) about a turning point in your lifeWrite a poem (or letter) about a turning point in your life 9 months, 3 weeks ago

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    Subdued with jealousy

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  • roses shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 10 months, 3 weeks ago

    Your Eyes Sound Like

    A 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…

    Roses

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    • 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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  • db-cooper submitted a contest entry to Group logo of Write a letter or poem to your younger self sharing what you love most about him/herWrite a letter or poem to your younger self sharing what you love most about him/her 11 months, 2 weeks ago

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    I love your smile

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  • Mi Peace

    To feel the wind from the trees
    & instantly smile
    Surrounded by the love of life
    My world
    Mi Amor
    The Butterflies i get to see her face i the sunlight
    In the moonlight
    Underneath the stars
    That shine as bright
    As her Smile
    My heart has never felt such joy
    Such peace to be with someone as beautiful & perfect as she is
    She is home
    My Other Half
    My Darling ,Love Of My Life
    With her my problems go away
    My past doesn’t hurt so bad
    When i am sad i think of her
    & i am at peace
    I could not imagine my life without her
    Her Smile
    Her Glow
    The love i get just by presence
    Her Touch
    Her Words
    By the way she looks at me
    She is my happy joyful place
    She not only has my heart
    But consumes my soul
    In every good way i could possibly think of
    To my Peace
    I love you with my all, My everything
    Thank you for making me feel safe
    For you to be my peace
    Thank you for being there for me

    Vision W

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    • I hope to find a love like this at some point in my own life. I love the way you describe how your beloved makes you feel without relying on physical appearances which so many famous poems tend to do. Keep up the good work!

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    • When I met my fiance, I told my mom it felt like I just put on the softest, warmest, coziest slipper. The way you talk about your love reminds me of what I feel with my fiance. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren

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    • Aww, Vision, I love that you found a love so pure and wonderful. May your love always bring you both peace and happiness. Thank you for sharing with all of us what true love feels like. <3 Lauren

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  • My Wrist Watch Hands Point to Peace

    I invented a new season for life because I got tired of the winter spring summer fall pattern
    My paisley doesn’t like to conform to the depression of polka dots only on the pocket square and not the entire outfit
    Where’s the art in the plain white t?
    I see the aesthetic, but I want the screaming art to argue with my calm voice
    It’s the beauty in the pain that you can’t see until the scars have enough time to grow wings
    I used to feel most at peace listening to music on my bed as a haunting sleep would close my eyes
    I used to feel most at peace under the dim lights of cinema pumping hope into my veins where I had blood run free
    I used to feel most at peace on the solidarity of solo ventures between the court and I
    It would hum deathly echoes like lullaby’s to my heart
    This trinity became my medical addiction as pride got in the way of God
    Then over the years my coffee finally became cold, and I missed the warmth of summer
    I could smell my own toxicity deeply rooted and swallowing my faith
    So, I questioned myself through the tears, I marked the points of pain with my pen, and dug up the weeds I planted and reaped
    This time I will sow truth within the uncomfortable moments
    Because in this season until forever I’m most at peace on the grounds of the earthquake
    Knowing that I can’t move forward unless I shake things up
    Staying in a comfortable pattern only leads to a broken record repeating the line you hate to hear
    You are meant to break records
    p.s. peace is born in the growth of pain…

    Roses

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    • You are absolutely right! We look for peace in the calm parts of life, but really peace is everywhere, especially in growth. I love the creativity in your words for example when you said, “I invented a new season for life” or “I could smell my own toxicity deeply rooted.” Your mind is clearly incredibly creative and I am so glad I had the honor of…read more

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      • Thank you for your kind words, I’m so thankful you enjoyed this piece. I hope you find yourself being more uncomfortable like the poem in order to grow!

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    • “Staying in a comfortable pattern only leads to a broken record repeating the line you hate to hear“ can we share this to the world! The stagnant waters where people’s remains remain.

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      • Yes, totally more self-reflection and challenging ourselves in order to see a better world from the better version of us, is where it starts. Thank you for sharing your time with this piece

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  • Your Age Shouldn't Worry

    I’m currently 13 and the only thing that makes sense is sadness
    So, to cope I like to hear melodies caress my ears because I’m too damaged to hug myself
    Then I’ll let my pen tell stories of love and horror for the simple fact that I’m afraid to love myself away from depression
    I get the impression that an early death is the only way to escape to peace
    But I’m afraid so for the time being I’ll clean my room since I can’t find the energy to organize my life
    I just found an extra cassette tape in my music collection next to the pile of CD’s and Records
    Complementing the art hanging on the wall adjacent to my mood
    I think to myself: curiosity let’s have a conversation where you tell me all the secrets Victoria victories made me hate
    The tape starts with no words
    The opening scene let’s nature sing before the score interrupts
    Then some old guy starts speaking about life like he knows me, I’m in no mood for a lecture but I have time today
    After all I was just thinking about ending it all, how could this hurt more
    He says: There’s a wealth beyond financial peace within the things we blink past every 24 hours
    Try not to take for granted the natural order of life around you
    I know the stress will have you crying rivers on the inside that you never let water your cheeks
    But you need to face your fears, or the dam will explode
    You need to Yoga flex your way through the challenges less flexibility become a weakness
    Not your strength; muscles are for show, but the morality of your core can lift you past anything if you water your flowers of dread
    “Be like water my friend,” and if I’m being bru-tal-ly honest you lie to yourself too much
    Fright has kept you in third place longer than you should have been
    Unable to reach the heights you are meant for
    Remember the natural order of things, but know a long list keeps your further from progress than small steps of truth
    You’re 34 now and just entering your prime
    The next decade will be the soundtrack to the whole of your life
    The season from the age of 13-32 was just a small slice
    My teenage brain begins to become bored and 34 is forever away
    And right before I was about to stop the tape he said something that made me think, maybe he knows a little something:
    “You are the most coveted rose”… you see I love the floral print of life
    And this statement was the first time outside of my parents that I felt worthy
    He then went on to say
    You’re beautiful in full bloom but still walk like a sunflower with its head down
    It’s ok to be a lazy daisy sometimes but remember the sun never stops smiling and the moon never stops dreaming
    So, neither should you
    Your tulip words are meant to be heard by the world
    And one day they will, as sure as a daffodil
    Will blow it’s horn of victory past everything that has held you back
    Just keep fighting and I promise you will win
    p.s. don’t be afraid to cry…

    Roses

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    • The way you write from the perspectives of then and now shows how far you have come and how much you have grown. Thank you for sharing!

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    • “You’re beautiful in full bloom but still walk like a sunflower with its head down
      It’s ok to be a lazy daisy sometimes but remember the sun never stops smiling and the moon never stops dreaming
      So, neither should you.” This is a beautiful sentiment. I am so sorry you hurt so much as a child, and I want to give you the biggest hug. You are a ros…read more

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    • “I know the stress will have you crying rivers on the inside that you never let water your cheeks
      But you need to face your fears, or the dam will explode“
      Wow!!! Have you written a book? You really should and let me know so I can buy!!! I finish mine 2023 and currently waiting for a miracle with the person I asked to write my foreword 😀

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      • I just released an eBOOK entitled Random Thoughts (which encompasses all of my favorite topics of poetry I like to address, along with a few that don’t come up as much). If you’re interested, I can send you the link…once again thank you for sharing this moment with myself and poetry!

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      • Claps for the author, get those books out to the world!

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  • roses shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 years, 1 months ago

    Writers Block

    The Tortured Poets Department has a writer’s division that has to approve every poem before it goes out
    And my mind is tired of being held hostage
    A loose-leaf definition of writer’s block was once defined by the utter of: I don’t feel like writing, this isn’t good enough, my hand only works for the remote today
    Then she interrupts my train of thought to ask: why have you never wrote a poem about me
    It’s not that I haven’t
    There are 100s getting as comfortable as you can be in the waste basket
    The last poem I Kobe shot, Melo made, and Curry posed to the trash can started like this:
    An eye lash is trying to make your cheek more than just a Sunday service sanctuary
    It wants a home
    I know you’d like me to remove it
    But who am I to destroy a home
    I can’t help but think how beautiful you look with that eye lash
    As it rests there like a pair of doves flirting on a branch not far away from me
    What are you starring at, she exclaims
    Oh, nothing I reply, today I’ll let the eye lash remain
    On
    Your rosy cheeks, kissed by my dead rose petal lips
    Reminding you of the time we went camping and you hated that you smelled the outside
    You hated that you smelled like outside
    And I kept teasing you but hiking, visualizing, and tenting next to nature is maybe the closest thing to
    Falling asleep to your beautiful
    Falling asleep to your beautiful
    Falling asleep to your gorgeous
    Ugh, I can never find the right words to describe a tenth of your gorgeous
    And it makes me want to drop dead out of frustration
    Because the writers need to feel exactly what I do when they read:
    Holding her hand is to get a glimpse of forever before I die
    Holding her makes my heart resemble the flight of a butterfly
    Holding her hand is to hold my battles in the palm of my hand and make them cry
    The writers consist of a delicious various assortment of personality; often referred to as me, myself, and I
    Every time I get ready to seal this poem to you the writer’s block me from letting you receive it
    p.s. I haven’t learned to love myself enough to love you…

    Roses

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    • Aww Roses, sending you the biggest hug. There is a lot of softness in this. I hope you learn to love yourself because you have so much love to give. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren

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  • roses shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 years, 1 months ago

    The Last Breath of the Flame

    The clock, the watch, the phone all have eyes that watch from the view of 2 AM untamed
    Heart rates jumping like the heat of the flame
    Me plus You is a movie, what is the name
    Our love doesn’t fit in the frame
    So, cameras get jealous of the panorama pane
    Real love never goes without pain that can be immense
    So, if you’re hurt let patience play offense
    Slow dancing with your memories is a nostalgic essence
    Sweat dancing with the burning scent
    Wick burning with confidence
    Mirroring our silhouette, naked thoughts present tense
    My hands without your curves, a death sentence
    Each kiss turns a page of my sixth sense
    I don’t need a third eye to see your imperfect contents
    Table this: beauty is born from cracks so use the hurt as accents
    She is priceless so keep your two cents
    Temptation is off limits but I climbed the fence
    The candle falls asleep to our aroma, hence
    The flame goes out, conclusion love making after an argument
    Sweet dreams enter in the tango of sheets, legs, hearts, rest swiftly to the comfort of her name
    My heart is tied to yours, no more games
    I’ve played tug of war and came out lame
    No more burns unless it’s from the candle tamed
    p.s. this is what it feels like when peace kisses love…

    Roses

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  • roses shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 years, 1 months ago

    Cherry Blossum Cheeks

    Have you ever let your mind sit under a cherry blossom tree
    The poetic renewal massages the stress away the same way as the beach waves
    Copy and paste, lying next to you is like closing your eyes under the sunset oceanside
    A bright blushing sky with kisses of orange, and blue with a honeyed taste that simply grabs you
    But nothing is as sweet as your sugar, under the shade of this suite
    Fresh chill of a neutral setting is cooked by our body temperature
    Peace in the reflection is bringing us closer
    When I look back at how we arrived at this destination within the calm ripples I see a truth in the tomb of love at first sight
    Our photograph under the light being born from fallen petals is a coveted site
    I had to see the treasure I already had instead of searching for gold
    That’s when our story began to unfold, I hate folding clothes
    I rather unfold and devour deep conversations over shallow beverages
    She likes easy ice, but I want more, as deep as the roots of this tree
    The ying and yang
    Discovering the ocean intricacies when it closes its eyes to dream and wakes up with a kiss complemented by a southern twang
    She’s my main thang, calling my land line
    Our language reads between the lines
    Wrinkled with age or bitten white chocolate sheets
    I love seeing your cherry blossom cheeks
    p.s. you be the pink and I’ll be the red for Valentine’s…

    Roses

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  • db-cooper submitted a contest entry to Group logo of Write a letter or poem to your younger self about why he or she shouldn’t worry about the futureWrite a letter or poem to your younger self about why he or she shouldn’t worry about the future 1 years, 1 months ago

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    Danielle

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  • The Twenty-Second Chapter Of My Life

    Hello world, I know you are probably wondering how’s life, what’s going on, what has been happening to me. We are beauty, We are one with ourselves without a doubt. Let’s begin to be in a world surrounded with true loving inspirational humans. To go through this chapter with no regret. I’m living life as time goes by with ambition, and conquering fears. I can be myself with no judgement. No fear or care of judgement from strangers who mean so little. I stand up for myself not so timid. Eighteen year old me was not ready for who i am today. I’m a published author now who knew that would be happen, I accomplished I’m very gratefully eccentric . I love myself finally after 22 years of not. I sang karaoke with the love of my life in front of an audience. I was confident I’m proud of that. I’m joyful, in love, and all i see are the beauty of everything around me. I met the most beautiful woman I’m spending the rest of my life with, She’s my always and forever & I couldn’t ask for anyone better than her. She’s my person, whom i can be vulnerable with always. To Mi Amor, the New job, The New opportunities , The New Special Memories I adore you. I’m looking forward to chapter 23!!! As we continue the journey, we now embrace life no longer dread it. I feel it, the wind from the trees everything so beautiful from the rustle of leaves, feel the ground beneath my fee ,the clouds moving slowly but surely, the stars shining brighter than ever before, to finally just get in touch with mother nature herself has truly been Exceptional. Who i am today & Who i was before i see the change ,the growth just to make it here. I know now that all the struggle & obstacles I’ve been through had to happen for me to be the beautiful, strong intelligent woman i am now & now i know that i have always been strong, I just couldn’t see the strength in me till now & for that i smile at this twenty-second chapter of my life.

    Vision. W

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    • Vision, you are a beautiful and strong woman, and I am so glad you are enjoying and embracing all that this chapter has to offer. You are a true bright light, and your partner is very lucky just to know you! <3 Lauren

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  • roses shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 years, 3 months ago

    My History Is Black

    Black is the new poetry my dear
    Authored by our ancestors so I could have a voice that is heard beyond the volume of fear
    The ink has always been dark so see with your ears
    Black is the new love, now let your heart hear
    The strength born from blood, sweat, and tears
    That grew into a sunrise of a smile, my dear
    My darling I keep your Melanin near
    And your beauty adds depth to my mirror
    The reflection tells me weapons are forming but they will stay in the rear
    Because,
    My black is the sunset to my depressed anxiety to steer
    A blooming future in the right direction never to veer
    Toward negativity, my dear
    My black is the armor that never cracked, from the roots of scars and ignored facts
    My black has always got my back so even if my eyes close you will still see this color, add a period to that!
    My black is a promise painted like a rainbow you’ll never grey wash my faith, peace never cracks
    p.s. my black has wings that sang…

    Roses

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  • roses shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 1 years, 3 months ago

    Shadows in the Mirror

    Have I really been working on myself or did I just change from my work clothes to something more comfortable
    Is this depression or is it just the pigment of my skin
    Can I defeat you, detach from you or are you so fingerprinted to my thoughts that I’m simply running away from me
    Sometimes I wish I could just escape me, myself wears a mask, and I am tired of getting dressed up just to still feel down
    I’m black said my mind, I live in the shadows of sadness watching the sunlight from a distance
    If only the heat from the suns smile would kiss me, maybe it would melt away my sadness
    I’m black said my words, followed by you’re different, they won’t accept you, you don’t fit in
    I’m black says the mirror looking at a reflection of depression
    I get so lost in my waning emotions my waxing moon can barely breathe
    It’s so cold that even the rays of light feel sad
    I’m black, I’m depressed, I’m black, I’m oppressed, I’m black I’m obsessed with the idea of my feelings living on equal ground
    I’m black, I’m depressed the two interchange while beginning to sound the same so much so I took depressions last name
    When I look at me I see one broken piece
    I can’t find the rest of the lyrics to my song, maybe it’s because the writer will never finish it
    Maybe it’s because I didn’t cry enough to water my heart
    I’m black, I’m dirt, but my soil is killing the last remaining rose
    I am a rose with bloody red regrets for petals, I put my failures on a pedestal
    So, every time I tried to look up it got me nowhere
    I’m lost and I keep letting the grey line give me directions, because there’s a thin line between joy and happiness, and in the middle is pity where you can find me
    I’m black so they think I stole these 5 minutes of happiness, and so what if I did everyone deserves 15 minutes of fame and mine is coming soon
    But right now, I just want to smile and actually feel the laughter hold me instead of the facade that hugs me like a long embrace
    This morning I stopped running and looked depression in the face
    My mind is not yours it is the Lord’s
    p.s. let the battle begin

    Roses

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    • Roses, your words paint a vivid picture of the struggles you face. Depression may cast a dark shadow, but remember that your identity is not defined by it. Your strength lies in acknowledging the battle and refusing to let it consume you. Hold onto hope and believe that brighter days are ahead. The battle may be tough, but you are not alone. Keep…read more

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