Category: old
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Treated Scars
Love is the ointment for raw wounds The agony subsides The spreading of the infection stops It smooths the rough patch Healing the ache of tight skin Minimizing the scar of past bruises Love transitions scars That we never believed salve could mend Never allow old hurt To cause your expectations to bend Love always,…
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Eclipsed Sunlight
eclipsed glimpses of sunlight breakup the moonlight stroll we gently smile at each other knowing that this connection will last as we grow old there is a beauty to love that sparkles with an incandescent glow Love always, Esha <3
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Dirty Nails
I’m over it, I’m under it, I’m driving past it, I’m beyond it But the remnants of it… Still brothers me Like dirt under fingernails on freshly washed hands I think of it constantly Looking for a file to even out the jagged edges And clean out the dust particles of yesteryear At least I…
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Reflection: Me and Poetry
Me And Poetry Every time, I’m feeling down. Poetry picks me back up again. It’s my old school neighborhood and trusted friend. We tighter than frosted flakes and milk on a Saturday morning. That subtle taste of sugar is enough to keep me going. Love always, Esha <3
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New Leaf
New Leaf Turn over a new leaf The old rustic hues Of yesteryear no longer suit you Spring ushers in fresh days Return to vibrant sunlight Rest easy in tantalizing shade Nestled in the snug embrace Of a temperate breeze swirling with change Veins crave the sway of upward movement While your spirit…
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Dust
Dust We’re here one day And gone the next Like particles of dust Being blown around From sunrise to dusk We grow old but never rust That’s the special thing about us Love always, Esha <3
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Bullied
Bullied Dysfunctional placed on my shoulders Against an urban backdrop Tapped at the vein Those that can’t be labeled Are defined as strange I’m hard wired for disappointment Still fighting old feelings Of rejection with topical ointment Visiting past memories with no appointment High school problems being dragged Be hide me like a…
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Can I Get a Witness?
Can I Get a Witness? beat it like a cockroach on a bathroom wall slide like ice is under your feet strike with the accuracy of a bald eagle and the ferocity of a lioness in heat be like hyenas cunning and lethal stalking your territory for a way to feed your people be fearless…
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Hometown
Last year, I wrote this poem when Nipsey Hussle died. During that time, I was looking for answers. In many ways, I still am… So many people are affected by gun violence. I have been meaning to talk about this but the pain can be hard to put into words sometimes. Hometown another good…
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