Category: love
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The Deepest
Your love is like moonlit walks at midnight Always swimming through my mind It is endless thoughts High moments and the low points in-between It is the shy twilight Intertwined with evergreen Surrounding a pond With ducks that sleep in still water Your love is quiet moments And loud feelings that cease to end It…
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The End… Kind Of
He ran from the truth Encouraged by youth Found his body clung to spiderwebs Living void of love Call him the walking dead Despite dreams and hopes He lives in pain instead She changed, he changed and they changed But the love remains The years they lost Connected to the epiphany they gained We will…
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Throwback: Better Days Ahead
I wrote this poem 6 years ago. But I feel like it speaks to my mindset now. I hope you like it. Love, light and laughter come hither Winter has passed begrudging Paving the path for the wonders of life To spring into action Bliss rains, sunny skies and warm feelings Are underway now Letting…
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Sounds Like Love
What is poetry to me? It is love And everything in-between Whether it is two heart forever intertwined Or a neck colliding with a bee sting It equates to so much But at the same time it feels like nothing It unravels me like a rope With dangling cords It’s flies high like eagles It…
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Scarf
He wore a scarf Wrapped around his neck that nestled into his chest One end rests on his back Black, silver and grey Like a fox that’s seen many winter’s Knitted, fashioned and made with organic cotton It was thick yet airy The pattern spoke to a life full of beauty and yarn There were…
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A Thought: Rising Hope
If you portray love in the midst of uncertainty then hope will rise in its wake. Love always, Esha <3
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We Are Survivors Audio
The system is rigged to keep honest and kind people in object poverty forever feeding the beast. Greed, wickedness and jealousy has left many of us feeling like prey as opposed to employees, family members, lovers or friends. We are not victims. We are survivors. We are fighters. We are the marching feet of eager…
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Just a Thought: Overload
Sometimes I wonder who am I writing these posts for? Is it for someone in the far reaches of the world I have never met. Is it for a long lost love? Is it for the person that feels ignored by a callous society that pays them no mind? Or am I really writing to…
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