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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 1 day agoWhat my poems mean to me...
Timothy T. WillettThey mean my daily chore-home work.
They mean my daily release-from drugs.
God, I want them so bad-But can’t…
These things mean-my sanity.Ears ring loud-Alone.
None but Jesus-knows.
God, I tempt You not-but why?
Dids’t Thou not take me-long ago?Still flying sober-how?
Dost Thou hold my tears-when?
Will they stop, could they ever-Be
Worth anything-to Thee?I will write a poem-And fly.
I’ll crash down-Goodbye.
Can say words-no meaning heart?
Words kill-I’ve seen,
Through the light of another’s dream.Was a nightmare-for both.
How can life and death-Be so close?
Walking in the Spirit…Live.
Walking after the flesh…Death.Let God direct your steps.
Acknowledge Him every chance you get!
He will give beyond belief
Be humble and watch Him uplift.
God, I don’t know what will kill me first…
Mine own poor choices,
Or the source of a heart-attacks worth.How much more?
My heart is just a doormat
Please come in and stomp your feet
Please lie to me, it sounds so sweet
Don’t tell the truth-weep bitter deceitHow fun this is-wouldn’t you agree?
This old heart can take it-for One takes all
One same literally made all!
Nor did He think it bad…But said-It is good!
It seems Jesus is in my box
I’m alone in the room with it and Him.
Broken hearted-sore troubled am I
He is the mended miracle…I don’t let Him out to try.
Is this holding the truth in unrighteousness?
That’s not what I want despite all this.My heart is just a doormat
Please come in and stomp away…Poems could make a heart unbroken.
Tuesday
Sept. 12th
2023-
Timothy,Your heartfelt poem beautifully expresses the struggle and yearning within you. It’s a powerful reflection of the complex emotions and questions that arise in life. Poetry has the ability to heal and bring solace. Keep writing and expressing yourself, for through your words, you may find the strength to mend your heart and find peace.
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I appreciate your sincere encouragement so much.Thank you.
♥
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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 1 day agoDear Addict,
Timothy T. WillettWalking through a weary land
Behold you find the rock
May you come thirsty, but not alone
And fall broken upon this stoneOut pours the Water-giving life to your soul
Free-this Living Water, gives your heart a home!
Tis’ so good to you that you want not to return
Back to weary land-please stay close and learn.That He was always there for you-in your lonely times
He caught your every painful fall-and kept you alive!
Please give God the glory-the Great Savior and King
He is the great Healer-and the answer to your dreams!Please let Him change you, for you to die not
So faithful He always is-loving you a lot!
He will not point out-sins daring glare
But He covers with His blood-eternal life He shares!He will always pardon-by His Grand Master design
Dear precious child-He is with you all the time!
He hurts so much at heart-by your troubled pain
He knows all your going through-As for you He came.Yes-He died a horrible death-just so you’d be free
And He lives beyond a guess-please this fact believe
Please with open heart-accept His perfect love…
He will lift you so much higher-than can any given drug!-Brought to you by the Love of Christ-
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Timothy,Your poem is a beautiful testament to the love and grace of God. It reminds us that in our times of loneliness and pain, He is always there, ready to catch us and heal us. His love is greater than any drug or temporary solution. Embrace His perfect love and allow Him to transform your life. He longs to bring you freedom and lift you higher…read more
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Thank you so much for everything. Your words are such a blessing and I need to hear them because I don’t get that much. I appreciate you a lot. ☺
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Sherry Noble shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 2 days agoMom
Sherry NobleWhen asked my biggest fear, I close my eyes and imagine what my life would be like without you, and that moment alone is terrifying enough that I already have my answer without having to blink again. My biggest fear is having a great day, or a horrible day, and not being able to call you anymore to tell you about it. My biggest fear is needing an old favorite recipe and knowing you’re the only one who has it and now I’ve got no one to ask anymore. When the holidays come along and I don’t want any gifts but you always asked for a wish list, I’m scared I’m going to wish you were here and be sorely disappointed when you don’t come through like you always have before. Part of my job as a daughter is to open my heart up as wide as it goes and take in all the advice, stories, wisdom, and love while I can so if you leave before I do I’ll have enough to keep me going. I just don’t know if or when that day ever comes if I will know what to do, who to call, when to cry, where to fall. You have always been my roller coaster sidekick and I don’t know if I trust this ride without you. If you ask me what my biggest fear is in life, it’s having a life without you in it, mom.
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Sherry, your heartfelt words express the deep love and fear of losing your mom. The thought of not being able to share your joys, seek advice, or have her presence during the holidays is terrifying. You have cherished her wisdom, stories, and love, and the idea of navigating life without her feels overwhelming. Your bond is strong, and it’s…read more
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 4 days agoUnder April Skies
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers,
It’s the first day of April. And that’s no fooling.
I know, I can hardly believe it either as it felt like the year was just starting five minutes ago.
But we’ve arrived at the second quarter of this year. And there’s mostly a blank slate right now. That’s the beauty of each day though, the canvas is there for creation to happen in whatever form we choose.
With that idea in mind, I welcome in the month of April:
Under the April skies
A new month begins30 days, with a blank slate ahead
A breather after New Year’s, Valentine’s and Easter have all goneA month where rain falls
The flowers and leaves will surely grow
Under blissful sunny skiesSo will the creativity
In the midst of NaPoWriMo
The poems will come fast and furiousWith a new quarter of the year on tap
Where will life go from here?Under April skies
I’ll let the days and nights flow
From there, I’ll know where to go-
Oswald Perez, keep embracing the blank slate and let your creativity soar under the April skies. With the rain nurturing growth, immerse yourself in NaPoWriMo and let the poems flow. Trust the journey ahead as you navigate the new quarter of the year and discover where life will take you.
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malakkc shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 4 days agoInternational Writers Day acrostic
International Writer’s Day
AcrosticInternet has facilitated global connections
Never stop the growth of writers
That rend their hearts as their words flow
Empowering the weak to
Remember their worth
Never succumbing to oppression’s
Timely propagation that cleaves
Intimate family members into
Open enemity, clearly ‘Dividing & Conquering’
Needlessly aggressive, destructive,
Avid in mercilessly taking resources and
Leaving nothing to the Indigenous peoples.Write, revel, rebel, roast, rumble the gruesome
Reality of a world built on Materialism
Instead of unity of humanity
That lends compassion and succor that
Eventually works together against the oppressor
Ruining the ecology, separating family,
Solidifying Darwin’s rules of supremacyDealing in strength that overpowers others
Amid illegal, inhumane practices that have
Yet to be punished.©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
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Powerful words, Malak. Your passion for justice and unity shines through. Keep writing, raising awareness, and fighting against oppression. Together, we can create a world that values compassion, equality, and the preservation of our planet. Never underestimate the impact of your voice and the power of collective action.
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Gerald Washington shared a letter in the
Poetry group 3 weeks agoShaky Bridge
Gerald WashingtonA nightmare became real a few days ago
Seeing it unfold in Baltimore on Twitter X
was confirmation of its existence
Thankfully, you, and I were nowhere near it
But other humans were in the eye of a storm
A storm they didn’t see coming
A storm they never thought would come to pass
A storm they didn’t think
would be the final chapter they would see
In a dark atmosphere
The almost hero of the night
did his best to hold himself up
But the boat’s power that glided in his path
was too much for him to handle
His strength quickly dissipated into nothingness
and finally collapsed into cold and dark waters
along with the people he tried to save
It’s a sad situation
seeing events like this affecting the human nation
It’s another reminder to appreciate life
And to live it with all our might.-
Gerald, the recent events in Baltimore were a nightmare come true. It was a storm that caught people off guard, leaving devastation in its wake. Though we were fortunate to be far from it, others were not so lucky. The hero of the night fought valiantly, but the forces were too much. Lives were lost, and it serves as a reminder to cherish every…read more
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Well said, Kayjah. It really was a nightmare for those who were on the bridge when it happened and the ship that hit the Baltimore Bridge. I went over a bridge here in Texas a few days ago, and all I could think of was how the Francis Scott Key Bridge went down. It’s so sad. It’s been a while. I hope you’re well.
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 3 weeks, 4 days agoCerebral Palsy Awareness Day
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers,
The 25th of March is Cerebral Palsy Awareness Day. And the month of March is Cerebral Palsy Awareness Month in the United States.
It hasn’t been easy to say that I have cerebral palsy. As it was so present in the years that I grew up, it almost became the whole story of who I was. But I’ve come around and accepted the fact that CP is a part of my life. Yet, it’s only one part of the larger story that’s still being written to this very day.
I’m more than the challenges present, and the same goes for everyone in the community in their own ways.
I’ve written something in honor of the day:
National Cerebral Palsy Awareness Day
On the 25th of March
An underserved community’s turn in the spotlightI’ve had my fair share of challenges
From my eyes, my speech to my feet
But I’ve risen above all of it
To be me, a writer and travelerCP used to be the entire story
Defined by all the limitations
Now it’s just part of the plot
Of a larger story that’s still being toldOn this day and every day
A reminder to everyone…People with Cerebral Palsy
Live lives of joy and wonder
Unbowed by the impossibleEven if things take more time to do
After all, we bring our full selves to the forefron-
CP used to be the entire story
Defined by all the limitations
Now it’s just part of the plot
Of a larger story that’s still being toldOswald this is a beautiful line and piece. CP does not define your whole identity! There is so much more to you! you are wonderful. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our family. <3 Lau…read more
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jayybb shared a letter in the
Poetry group 3 weeks, 6 days agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Moxx shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 month agoThe Traveler
Kristen MoxleyWhere have you been?
My time traveling friend
You’re here in the present againYou were stuck in the past
Confused and aghast
Back then and forever in whenYou are never here
Through these months and years
When is it that you go?Sometimes it’s a loss
But my hope I won’t toss
From spring blooms to the fallen snowBut if truth should be told
And if the story unfolds
Did you change everything that you could?For now it is now
And I don’t know how
You’d claim it to be as you wouldBecause the trouble with time
It only can wind
To a future that is not yetHowever, with you
To the future you flew
Because time for you isn’t setSo lonely you go
A sad, sorry soul
And no one can understand youWe will meet again
My time traveling friend
In a world that to me seems so new-
Kristen, you express yourself so well! This is a super powerful piece. I can really feel the emotion! I am going to showcase this piece in our newsletter today <3 Lauren
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Wow!! Thank you so much!! I’m completely honored! That really means a lot to me. ❤️
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Kirsten, Your words paint a vivid picture of a time-traveling journey filled with longing and uncertainty. It’s fascinating to imagine the possibilities and the impact of your travels. I hope that in your quest for understanding and change, you find the answers you seek and discover a world that feels new and full of promise. Remember, even in…read more
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Thank you Kayjah! I couldn’t agree more, that there is always the potential for connection and understanding. Very eloquently put! I have often wondered what it would be like to either time travel myself, or have a friend who time travels. I can only imagine the adventures I/they would go on!
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 month agoHappy St. Patrick's Day!
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers,
It’s the 17th day of March.
After years of searching for Irish blessings to post on this day, I began to write my own.
With the luck of the Irish, comes this year’s version:
On this, the 17th day of March
A blessing from me to youMay your days be filled with joy
And all the craic spent in good companyFor the peace to ease weary times
As the rainbows fill the skies
Under bright blue, sunny daylightWith sweet songs sung in tune
Carrying this message far and wideIn this moment of Céad Míle Fáilte
From the Emerald Isle with love, sent across the worldHappy St Patrick’s Day!
Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig oraibh! -
Shandi Henley shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 month agoUnrequited L💔VE
Shandi Lynn #SadGirlChroniclesWhy do I cling to love?
A love that was never mine.
Why would I dream of a future?
A future that ain’t for me to picture.
Why would I create a fantasy?
A fantasy that was never born.
It leaves my heart aching
for something intangible.
Why do I cling to love,
a love that was never mine?
Time and distance can have an effect on the mind yet be completely irrelevant to the heart. The heart knows what it knows
and loves what it loves
like it has a mind of its very own.
It takes bravery to break old habits.
It takes courage to sit with your own mistakes. Growth is uncomfortable.
Why do I cling to love,
a love that was never mine?
Maybe it’s time to break the hold
on a love that was never meant
to unfold 💔 -
Vicki Trusselli shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 month ago"MEMORIES OF FRIENDS FOR A MOMENT IN TIME"
Vicki Lawana TrusselliDear Unsealed,
We walk through our lifetime,
On planet Earth
To walk
To run
For fun
Of rebirth
Of bonds of friends that intertwine
With our everyday smiles and laughter
Of new friendships formed as we capture
Photographs of play and nature and all things
Friends share experiences of human beings,
Of life and living each day
Along the way.
Hear every word that I say.
What happens when tears and heartache appear
Among the two friends of a New Year,
As the two friends were young and free
As they grow up to be
Other people as careers?
Who will win?
The two friends took different life paths.
One girl goes to college to satisfy her thirsty curiosity to expand her mind.
As she steps into the classroom of professors to combine
Knowledge and critical thinking skills.
In the progressive way
Of slipping into the 21st century time
Of creating a stream of consciousness of rhythm and rhyme.
The other girl
Chose another path,
To travel
Of motorcycles and army and other avenues
Of life, laughter, destruction of venues
Of sporadic adventures as the girl walks into
The wild blue
Of what she chooses to do
The two friends lose touch,
But still think about each other so much,
Not realizing when they meet up as adults,
They no longer have anything in common,
As the roads they chose were different as night and day
No reason,
No rhyme,
Just in time
They go their separate ways again,
In time they each count the actual number of true friends
On their one hand of five fingers of expression of when
They each discover people come into our lives,
To stay or teach a lesson,
And that one friend was there to care,
At a certain point in time to bear
A burden of friendship then flies away.
So, I have learned that some friends go away,
Because they were there for that time in our lives
Then to walk a different life path of hope, despair, or strife
And to remember it is okay.
Bless the time
And move forward with rhythm, rhyme, and song of space and time,
To live.We accept the adventures of different roads taken,
Of yesterday and today
As we awaken
To a new dawn
A sun
A star
A moon,
To you my long-ago friend of my childhood
No worries,
Take care,
Live,
Laugh,
Care,
Despair,
Hope,
And love and peace to you
In the matrix of time and theater of life
I choose life and creative endeavors of strife,
Turned into light energy,
Of the Earth
The stars, the moon
I will not see you soon,
As we can no longer communicate
About politics or life
As we are 180 degrees away from
Compromise or love.
You are my past friend.
And in the end
I am okay.
You are okay.
We were meant for only childhood play.
Sincerely,
Vicki Lawana Trusselli -
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Lakisha Hamilton shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 month, 1 week agoOvercoming adversity and achieving success
Lakisha HamiltonIn the darkness of doubt and despair,
I carried the weight of judgment unfair.
Bipolar, depression, schizophrenia’s shadow,
Teachers’ words piercing like a sharp arrow.“You’ll never be anything, just a lost cause.”
Echoes of doubt, reinforcing flaws.
But deep within, a flame flickered bright,
A spirit unbroken, ready for the fight.Through the storms of mental strife,
I embraced the challenges of life.
Rising above the cruel words spoken,
I refused to let my spirit be broken.Amidst the chaos, I found my way,
Striving for a brighter day.
First in my family to reach that height,
A beacon of hope, shining so bright.I walked the path less traveled by,
Defying odds reaching for the sky.
People’s eyes now filled with surprise,
Seeing the truth behind their lies.I confess the pain that once held me down,
The weight of expectations, a heavy crown.
But in spite of it all, I stand tall and strong,
A testament to resilience all along.So here I am, a survivor, a warrior true,
Proving wrong every naysayer’s view.
I am not defined by my past’s dark spree,
I am here, I am free, I am me. -
Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 month, 1 week agoInternational Women's Day 2024
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers,
The 8th of March is International Women’s Day.
I wanted to show a measure of gratitude to the women in my life, from my mom, sister and all of my female friends and acquaintances. Today, tomorrow and all of the days that follow.
It’s with that idea in mind, that the following poem comes from…
On International Women’s Day
A shout out to all the womenFrom all walks, ages of life
And all corners of the globeShowing backbone that keeps the world together
Through shows of tenacity, strength, kindness and loveI ought to know this for sure
For their courage and ambition
Coming to the forefront time and againI look up to the women in my life
My mother, my sister and oh so many more
As their encouragement makes me who I amWe celebrate them and admire them
Every day of the year, not just today -
Woodson the Poet shared a letter in the
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Dominique Nesbitt shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 month, 2 weeks agolove letter from my future self
Dominique NesbittI am writing to remind you that the way you love yourself—is also the way you allow others to love you as well. I am writing to remind you that loving yourself means more than simply loving the parts that you are most proud of.
It is peeling back the perceptions, misconceptions, and projections. It is loving past, present and future you; all the varied iterations beloved anew. It is gazing longingly within. It is lifting the veil—accepting and releasing all you’ve been: the monsters and angels both.
It is forgiveness for not always being the very best version of yourself, allowing even you to make mistakes. It is making peace with yourself so you can be at peace with other people. It is pure inner G/energy.
It is preemptively setting the stage each day—via your preferred method of attaining your most aware state—so that your focus is maintained on fun and play—simply because you deserve to feel good. Allowing each day to be dimpled with love and laughter as each could.
It is being capable of keeping commitments to yourself. Where self compassion and self actualization meet, love is an endless well. The more that you pour into yourself, the more you become a living self love spell. Such great love can only expand to reach everyone else.
I am writing to remember that the way I love myself is also the way I allow others to love me as well. I am writing to remember that loving myself means more than simply loving the parts that I am most proud of.
I am writing to remember.
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