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Noirerequiem shared a letter in the
Poetry group 15 hours, 28 minutes ago
For Every Mama
“For Every Mama”
I ain’t forgot the hands that held me,
Through storm clouds, broke nights, and empty bellies.
To the woman who birthed me, through pain and pride,
You gave me life, even when the world ain’t give you a guide.And to the mamas who stepped in when mine couldn’t stand—
You ain’t share my blood, but you reached out your hand.
You fed me truth, served strength with no disguise,
Taught me how to rise, even when hope dies.To the aunties, godmamas, them sisters who saw me—
Who showed up when the world tried to flaw me.
You ain’t need a title, you just showed love,
Taught me faith, how to fight, how to rise above.Whether you nursed me, raised me, or prayed from afar,
You left fingerprints on the map of who I are.
So this for you—the tired, the tender, the tough—
Who gave when it hurt, who loved me enough.You are the rhythm in the song of my name,
The calm in my chaos, the light in my flame.
I carry your lessons in everything I do—
This ain’t just Mother’s Day, every day’s for you.IMAGE: MY MOM IN THE MIDDLE. MY AUNT ON THE LEFT AND ME ON THE RIGHT
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Heather shared a letter in the
Poetry group 3 days, 3 hours ago
Wounded
This wound that I have within
Is one that only makes sense to me
This wound may or may not be fixed
And if it is
I can’t tell you when
I can tell you
It was given to me
As a kid
I of course did not know of such
So all I did was push it off
Years would go by
Days even slipped by
Until one day
I got hit like a drive by
Hit with words
Hit with reality
Hit with heaviness that ended up
Opening that old unsure wound
The mother woundSubscribe  or  log in to reply
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 3 days, 16 hours ago
Happy Mother's Day!
Dear Unsealers,
It’s the second Sunday in May.
For a good part of the world, it’s Mother’s Day.
This day can bring up all sorts of emotions. From joy, to sadness and longing. It’s okay to feel all the emotions.
I want to wish my mom, Lauren’s mom and all the mom’s in The Unsealed, a Happy Mother’s Day! I hope it’s a good day.
And now, for a poem marking the day:
On the second Sunday of May
We honor all of the mothersMothers-to-be, grandmothers. My friends who are moms.
Aunts, stepmothers, new moms, and pet moms
All motherly figures. Mi mamáWith all the love and grace
For those who have difficulty celebrating this day
And the mothers who are no longer with usAs mothers are the backbone
Of our lives and the world itselfI wouldn’t be who I am if not for my mom
Tenacious, spirited, and kind
I can’t be grateful enough for herMothers need to be honored.
On this day, and every dayFrom me to you, from NYC to the world…
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Heather shared a letter in the
Poetry group 4 days, 4 hours ago
Side Effects To Healing
Its the glow that speaks to me.
There was a time this woman
Did not know what that glow was.
Never spoke of such.
Dark clouds.
Black self esteem.
Sabotaging dreams.
Those consumed her days.
Her soul.
Her heart.
This glow that now radiates
Over her body puts the mind at ease.
The body at rest.
The heart in safe mode.
Glowing heart.
Radiating mind.
Healthy body.
All for the little girl
Who did not know what that glow was.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Rose Eldridge shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 days ago
Scatter Brained
I shape, I form, I break.
I learn that the colors I show
need to be changed.
My habits need rearranged.
I mold, I bend, I snap.
All this pressure makes me restless, I think
I need a nap.
I crush under the rock of self hatred I’ve made.
But look at all I’ve gained….
It’s not enough, I need more
I need to be more
Do more
Pile high
And higher
And even higher
Until
And once again, I fade into the darkness.
I may never come out of this emptiness.
Everything feels so impossible today.
And just like it was never there, you look at me and it all fades away.
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Heather shared a letter in the
Poetry group 6 days, 4 hours ago
Breadcrumbs
She’s not a duck
Stop feeding her breadcrumbs.
Give her the food she deserves.
Connection. Communication.
Give her the snacks she craves.
Honesty. Respect. Love.
Give her the desserts she fantasizes.
Intimacy. Intelligence. Stability.
She’s a one in a million soul
With so much potential.
So much aspiration.
So much love.
If only you weren’t addicted to carbs!Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Haley Felt shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 weeks, 1 days ago
A Softness in You
In the quiet of the world, I never sought,
But found a softness in you, like a tender thought.Not in the making, not in the plan—
But in the way you hold me, just as I am.
Like a warm blanket, a gentle embrace,
Where time slows down and hearts find their pace.Not a house to build, but a feeling to keep,
In the quiet of your love, I fall deep.
It’s the brush of a cheek, the softest kiss,
A quiet promise of eternal bliss.
With every touch, I am made whole,
You are the home that fills my soul.
In you, I’ve found a place to rest,
A love that swaddles me— even when it’s not at it’s best.Not a journey of seeking, but falling true,
I have found softness in you.In the warmth of a love that’s tender and kind.
Together we’ve found, not a place, but a way—
A soft, sweet home, where I hope to always stay.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Haley Felt shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 weeks, 1 days ago
Unwelcome Guests
Invite the unsavory versions of you to
the table, angry, bitter, resentful; pour
them tea and settle their queries.Give each of them grace, they did what
they could with what they knew.& now that you know what you do, no
longer invite those women to the table;
they no longer serve you.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Haley Felt shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 weeks, 1 days ago
Rapacious
I have shared all of my parts with you
I have disassembled myself
Piece by piece
My unity, compassion, empathy, sympathy
My sanity
All harvested for your amour propreI thank you for releasing me
I would have followed you to hell
And yet —
Without sharing my best parts of me with you
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michae1 shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 weeks, 2 days ago
Beautiful
Do everything you
Feel like is gonna be,
A good time.
Take a chance, don’t worry
About what’s About
To happen next.
Ride the vibe
Chill through the day
Wild’N at night.
Be~U~Til~Full
Because we’re all
BEAUTIFUL!Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Heather shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 weeks, 3 days ago
Backyard Swing
As I sit on this backyard swing feeling the satisfying Arizona Spring breeze on my face,
I’m confronted by the little girl who loved swings.
Found joy from the schools swings.
Who found safety from the big brown wooden swing at her grandmother’s.
I’m confronted by the little girl
who wished for clarity
while pumping her little feet as fast as she could.
Who wished for love
while gripping the metal handles tightly.
Leaving her tiny palms as red as a tomato.
Who yearned for acceptance
while matching the speed from the other swings.As I sit on this backyard swing,
I let that little girl know
It’s okay to feel every emotion
While pumping those tiny feet.
While gripping the handlebars so tightly.
While racing for the acceptance from that next swing over.
It’s okay!
I also let her know
she’s okay to let that tight grip go.
I let her know
She doesn’t have to have to pump fast anymore.
I got her.
I let her know
she’s finally accepted by the one person
Who will never let her go.As I sit on this backyard swing,
I’m no longer confronted by the little girl
Yet, confronted with peace.
With understanding.
With love.
I’m confronted with the best version of myself!Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Heather shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 weeks, 3 days ago
Impossible Questions
As a child, we crave small talk.
Let’s us be heard for a brief moment.
Until we’re quickly silenced by,
“Go find something to do.”As an adult, we crave deep conversations.
Small talk annoys us.
We want to know one another on a deeper level.
Time is a valuable thing.
Small talk takes too much of it.As a child, we ask the most silliest childish questions.
“Why’s the sky blue?”As adults, we ask the impossible questions.
The cut throat get to know you on a deeper more intimate level questions.
“What has been your most humbling experience?”As children, we crave small talk.
Adults, we want the impossible.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Heather shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 weeks, 3 days ago
Her Hero
The young lil girl who fought to wear glasses
Yet loved to help put the butter
In the mixing bowl for those chocolate chip cookies, wrote a book.
The young lil girls hero wrote a book.* 3 word prompt: Book. Butter. Glasses. *
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TaMara E'Lan G. shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 weeks, 4 days ago
Nomad Of Love
“Who are you?” A voice asked.
I broke from my trance, aware of the soothing warmth of the ceramic mug, the chatter of voices, and the feel of eyes upon me. Qiyamah.
He smiled, repeating himself slowly.
“Who are you?”
Who am I? For that brief moment I knewI am a nomad of love
Wandering through deserts of despair
Camping in oasis that fade away
Hunting on land full of swift souls
And still I forge on.
I am a warrior of love
Planning the best defense to protect
My heart standing knee deep in false hope
Fighting for a prize I have yet to find
And still I solider on.
I am an artist of love
Molding my burning desires into shapes
Writing a song that dares to be sung
Painting a picture only I can see
And still I dream on.
I am a believer of love
Preaching on theories that have no validity
Teaching a vision of both folk and faith
Praying for something I know must be
And always I move on.
Onward to the final destination.
That I know, that I feel, that I need –
love.But instead I smiled and said,
“I am a very…simple woman.”*Nomad of Love ©️ 2004 TaMara E’Lan G.
**Excerpt from
Timeless: Through the Eyes of a Poet by TaMara E’Lan G. ©️ 2018Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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This is so powerful and beautiful and bold. I love your creativity, your voice and your spirit. Keep shining.Keep being you. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of the Unsealed.<3 Lauren
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Thank you Lauren 😊 Thank you for creating such a safe, loving and nurturing space for us. May The Most High continue to bless your endeavors in all you do ❤️🙏🏾✨️
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Christina shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 weeks, 6 days ago
April Showers.
I defrosted winter just to feel your warmth, bearing the storms so you can transform.
The wind carries my name, but you pay it no mind,
As you live in color while I’m left behind.
Each time I think, maybe it’ll be different, I hold out hope, despite what l’ve witnessed.
Another year goes by-wearing me thin.
My tears drown the earth while you soak it all in.
Beneath your bloom, I rot in silence.
I never knew love could be this violent.
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She loved him so much,
that all of April cried so May could blossom.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Aww Christina, this piece is heartbreaking. I hope things are better now. I love the picture. I have my fiance saved as “My Rainbow.” My friend runs a nonprofit called, “Love Doesn’t Shove.” And the name holds true, love never shoves. If you you are experiencing violence in your relationship you text 88788. It is a free domestic violence hotline.…read more
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 weeks, 6 days ago
Welcome To The Month of May
Dear Unsealers:
It’s the first day of May.
This feels surreal, given that January felt like it happened a century ago. But four months have now come and gone.
As I do, it’s time to welcome in the new month:
A welcome to May
The fifth month of the yearIt feels like a lifetime since January
When I wondered, “Why isn’t the year moving faster?!”Thirty-one new days are here.
With spring blooming, in full flightThe month to honor mothers
To remember those who gave the last full measure of devotion to the countryIt’s a blank slate ahead as another calendar page turns
After a busy April of writing poetry & dancingWith warmer days on the horizon
It’s time to emerge from hibernation.Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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I always look forward to these monthly poems. They feel so refreshing and like a sense of renewal – a fresh start and something to look forward to for each month. Your spirit, energy and heart comes through in these pieces and I absolutely love it. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed. <3 Lauren
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Maggie Jane shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks ago
Flowers
like a flower
she grows and blooms
nourishing the world around her
she colors the earth
with her petals
reminding you to
take a moment and breatheshe’s wild
and free
just there to be
to be loved
admired
touched
and most importantly
she’s there as a blessing
from mother herself
to show you creation
the divine
how soft yet powerful
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Aww so sweet, so loving, so visual and so emotional. Such a creative, beautiful and heartfelt piece. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed. <3 Lauren
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Heather shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 3 days ago
No Quitter Here
All those years of being trapped by words unable to hear the birds.
All those years of being suffocated to speak unable to reach the highest peak.
All those years of sitting alone waiting to be grown.
Waiting to break free from what was thought to be rock bottom.
All those years of discomfort and uncertainty led me to today,
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Heather, I am glad you reached a point of feeling triumphant. I too feel like my lowest moments led me to my best moments, to my strongest, best more empowered self. This piece is short but has a super powerful message. Thank you for sharing your energy, spirit and talent with us. Sending hugs. Thank you for being part of The Unsealed. <3 Lauren
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Thank you for such kinds. 🖤
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Heather shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 3 days ago
A Toast To Her
Every morning
I thank the little ray of sunshine inside of me.
The one who believed life could still be something extraordinary.
Even when the brutality of the world was enough to gnaw her up & spew her out.
Even when the cliff was right at her fingertips to end it all.That little ray of sunshine still chose life
& I’m forever in debt with her.
I owe it to her to make something remarkable & gentle of myself.On the days I’ve succeeded,
I gently put my hand on my heart
& softly speak the words, “this is for you” to her!Subscribe  or  log in to reply
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Aww this is so beautiful. I love that you can recognize all the magic and light within you. Keep celebrating and honoring that magic1 Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed. <3 Lauren
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Thank you for such. It’s taken me quite some time to see all the beauty from within. 🖤
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Noirerequiem shared a letter in the
Poetry group 2 weeks, 5 days ago
A Dance of Rebellion
Can you see the sway of my hips,
how they speak to the beat of these drums?
Can you hear the rhythm—
the language of our silence,
unspoken words rising like smoke?I build bridges over rivers of oppression,
each step a prayer,
each twirl a testimony.With the swing of my skirt,
I sweep away the struggles of women like me—
bold, bruised,
but never broken.We are complex,
layered like rhythms in the night.
Not just survivors,
but storytellers with sacred fire in our feet.We arrived in chains,
yet even in bondage,
we birthed grace.
White dresses flow—symbols of peace,
clarity,
and the breaking of curses
tied to spirits lost in new lands.Oh, when I hear that rhythm,
it stirs my soul.
Something ancient rises,
something wild and free.
We dance ‘til the moon forgets to rest—
laughin’, shoutin’,
spinnin’ rebellion into joy.This is resistance.
This is remembrance.
This is us.
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Wow wow wow ! This is is so good. It is so thoughtful, honest and inspiring. Your words show grace and kindness in response to harm and cruelty. Your piece shows strength and power in the face of anything that tried to hurt you. You are amazing! Thank you for sharing your brilliance, your talent and your heart with us. I am so glad you are part of…read more
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