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  • Noirerequiem shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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

    NoireRequiem

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  • Heather shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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 wound

    Heather

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  • Oswald Perez shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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 mothers

    Mothers-to-be, grandmothers. My friends who are moms.
    Aunts, stepmothers, new moms, and pet moms
    All motherly figures. Mi mamá

    With all the love and grace
    For those who have difficulty celebrating this day
    And the mothers who are no longer with us

    As mothers are the backbone
    Of our lives and the world itself

    I wouldn’t be who I am if not for my mom
    Tenacious, spirited, and kind
    I can’t be grateful enough for her

    Mothers need to be honored.
    On this day, and every day

    From me to you, from NYC to the world…
    Happy Mother’s Day!

    Oswald Perez

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  • Heather shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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.

    Heather

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  • Rose Eldridge shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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.

    Rose Eldridge

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  • Heather shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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!

    Heather

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  • Haley Felt shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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.

    Haley Marie Felt

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  • Haley Felt shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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.

    Haley Marie Felt

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  • Haley Felt shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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 propre

    I thank you for releasing me
    I would have followed you to hell
    And yet —
    Without sharing my best parts of me with you
    I suddenly feel so alive

    Haley Marie Felt

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  • michae1 shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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!

    Michael L George jr

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  • Heather shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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!

    Heather

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  • Heather shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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.

    Heather

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  • Heather shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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. *

    Heather

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  • TaMara E'Lan G. shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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 knew

    I 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. ©️ 2018

    TaMara E'Lan G.

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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 Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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.
    .
    .
    She loved him so much,
    that all of April cried so May could blossom.

    Christina g.

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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 Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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 year

    It 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 flight

    The month to honor mothers
    To remember those who gave the last full measure of devotion to the country

    It’s a blank slate ahead as another calendar page turns
    After a busy April of writing poetry & dancing

    With warmer days on the horizon
    It’s time to emerge from hibernation.

    Oswald Perez

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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 Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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 breathe

    she’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
    you can be

    Maggie jane

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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 Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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,
    Full of triumph and determinedly.

    Heather

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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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  • Heather shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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!

    Heather

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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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  • Noirerequiem shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry 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.
    A dance of rebellion is here.

    NoireRequiem

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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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