Category: root
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Beautiful Flowers
Friends are like beautiful flowers They dance when the wind blows Petals soft, rolling velvet Attracting bees and good times Blossoming in spring They are colorful and full of life Rooted in traditions and old things Taking in the rain Speaking with the birds Providing shade and shelter for those in need All the compassion…
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A Little Something: Forgiven
Anger is the seed of disappointment taking root in mankind. It is only when we learn how to forgive that we can truly be forgiven. Love always, Esha
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Calf
The food lives not It was cut from the root Drained of it substance It breathes no longer Seeking sunlight no more It’s days of grazing ran short It’s freedom to roam cut off While the world turned The breeze blew Days went on While life was taken to sustain another’s… The calf grew strong…
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Uneasiness
Good afternoon, It’s an awesome day to read some poetry. Uneasiness It comes And then it disappears again A feeling of uneasiness Washes over calm senses like a wave Causing calamity in the forest of the brave But our roots go deep, We’re not easily washed away Love always, Esha <3
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Need IT
Need It I know now that I need it The way a fish dries out without water Akin to a person grasping for breathe When there’s no air It’s buried in the way a tree requires earth To maintain its roots That’s the need I have everyday To hear and know the truth Love always,…
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Innocence Dies
Innocence Dies I stood on the sidelines last time For a bit of rest To accommodate my breaking soul As time inches closer to an ever-changing pendulum I Pray for a quality of life I have yet to experience While pushing for a level of equity That extends beyond skin color I dig my hands…
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Boxer
My hope is that this poem will encourage, inspire and uplift all those who hear and read it to keep pushing and never give up. Boxer you do it for me every time, melanated children of God with skin like shining bronze, your hair stands proud and tall like freshly baked muffins…
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The Root
This poem is dedicated to my Grant Grandmother. The Root i hope peace will meet you where blue eyed love failed to entreat you i prayed for your healed liver and renewed soul a shoulder to lean on, a cheek to hold an ear to revive story, a smile to greet you and…
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