Category: Poetry In Motion

I Weep

I weep… Sitting on the floor Knees pulled to my chest I weep Wondering where was God Is he still watching I weep Hoping for better days Not understanding the moment I weep The last touch of an unpleasant hand The torn clothes I weep The bright lights flashing The doctors all around me I…

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This is For Charity

He’s leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom with a loose tie around his neck, rolling up his sleeves as if anticipating work. He watches my fingers seductively pull my tights up around my propped up leg on the edge of the bathtub, and I stroke the fabric once it reaches my mid-thigh, snapping the…

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I See Me

Her face cracks with the smile that has been painted there. Her heart shatters with each promise broken  Her eyes dim with each flicker of hope that fades Her days grow greyer with a heavy heart  Burdened from the storm of her life  She tries so hard to continue on the path To find hope…

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Damaged Goods

The damage struggle. The unwanted, unneeded, always left and abandoned—struggle.              We struggle to adapt to this life, stepping on carcasses as they rot from beneath, solidifying their death, knowing life is filled with pain and bile, turmoil and debris. We struggle to find our worth, if we are enough for one, for us, never wanting…

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Wonderful

You envision a world so splendid You begin to let yourself go I wonder if you realize you are dreaming Like I have done many times Do you want to wake up Or stay asleep In this wonderful world I wonder Is this the real world Maybe What you think is the real world Is…

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Lost talent

Talent seems to be lacking Slipping away Washed away Lost in a sea I can catch glimpses of it While the sun sets It’s setting on the talent The talent It used to flow It used to fight to get out Now abandoned Excused from life It’s lost So lost I scramble to find the…

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Permanent

I always had this thought in my head that nothing in my life could be permanent. I think the more I’ve grown up an experienced things in my lifetime, the more I’ve become accustomed to a temporary lifestyle. Maybe one day it will change. I wrote this poem after I read the book “In Five…

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Pressure

Life breaks me it takes me piece by piece.I’m lost to it, like a missing piece to a jigsaw puzzleNever complete, never wholeFloating aimlesslyFloating, sinking, drowningI’m drowningIn this life, pressure pushes me underWife, mother, child, sisterCaregiver, financial planner, maid, cookMy many hats sometimes seem like anchorsGuiltThe guilt that follows these feelingThe guilt pushes me underDrowning,…

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Missing You

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers. “Shut up,” he mumbles. She looks over at him and rolls her eyes, scooting herself away from him. Leaving his back exposed and cold, she knows it would unnerve him to lose his warmth.  He rolls over and groans, “It was just a joke.” He can’t tell with his eyes…

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Promise of Love

Promises of love Lies Truths Promises kept Promises broken Laughter to fights Tears unending Sadness creeps in Darkness takes hold No light No hope Hours pass Days, weeks, months You find another Hopeful hearts New beginnings Diving in Promises of love

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Recipe for Disaster

There is a certain essence to his beauty.  My eyes followed his giant hands from pot to pot, their bulging veins shaking hints of spice across the bubbling cauldrons. I’m mesmerized by his concentration on each dish, the tick in his jaw, the slight raise in eyebrows, the quiet mumbles underneath his breath, recollecting recipes…

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The Void

All I see is Blue, Bubbles are floating around me. Color starts fading into black. Darkness starts to envelop me. An endless void lay in front of me. Forgetting everything I run. I Go as far and as fast as I can. Having my life flash before my eyes. I see a life I despise.…

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Breathe

My breath stops, gasping for air. Images of my face staring back at me from a wooded box. A casket made of maple, my favorite wood. My heart beats once, twice. Breathe, take a breath. The air seems so fresh and pure. My heart beats, my image fades in. My friends and family all gather…

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Things That You Should Know

Before we go much further there are things that you should know. I’m too scared and nervous to let my feelings show. I may look self-assured, but, you know, that’s just a show, so I had to tell you baby, these things that you should know. This poker face I’m wearing hides all my yearnings,…

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A Woman’s Beauty

Beauty. According to Oxford Languages, beauty is defined as a “combination of qualities, such as shape, color or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight.” The second definition of beauty is quite simple, acceptable even; beauty is “a beautiful woman.” And yes, coincidentally, with a period. Synonyms of beauty resembles everything a woman…

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Running Free

I sit in the corner of this little diner filled with the most unique ambiance. The little table is decorated with a tablecloth that has white and blue checkers and painted apples in a bowl. The walls are paneled wood, and I can see the knots, nicks, and scars that time has given them. The…

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I’m Not Where You Left Me

I’m a big fan of Taylor Swift, ever since I was 11. To say she has helped shape my life would be a total understatement. She’s been some of the reason for why I get a creative spark after bouts of writer’s block, and this time was no different. On the deluxe version of evermore…

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Perfect sip

It’s that first sip of coffee that determines how the day will go. If the coffee is perfect then the day will be perfect, if the coffee is not well then the day is not. Today the coffee had too little sugar. I took that first sip expecting it to ignite my soul for the…

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The Plan

When you looked at me like that I thought the world would be my oyster.However, the earth has come to a standstill and everything around me is questioned. You no longer look at me the same now that the youth has faded from my faceYour eyes no longer run along my curves but now they…

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The Art in Nakedness

I become aware of his naked presence beside me, opening my eyes from a dream I can’t recall. His broad chest rises and falls against me, his arm sprawled across my back. His breaths are heavy, his spirit is light, and when I shift my posture, his hand adjusts; caressing the length of my spine…

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