Category: water
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But Now
I wanna call your number But I won’t I wanna text your line But I won’t Would love to spend some time But there’s no use Because we’ve grown apart Like the ground and the sky We don’t mix Like oil and water We were a dream But you stayed awake There was a time…
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Through The Looking Glass
The up side in an upside down world A happy tale that goes on for miles Moments of quiet reflection found in restful sleep Life is more vivid in my dreams Moving through endless realities in a matter of hours I am ushered over still water By hands reaching out of a deep void My…
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Thoughts: Poetry Life
As a self-published poet, I have often been on the cusp of driving deeper into poetic waters. But I still have to balance that with being a creative and a writer. How can I express myself without offending people? What viewpoint best suits my aspirations? I have recently come to the realization that though I…
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Poet Spotlight: Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman has been regarded as one of the greats among poets. Walt was born on May 31, 1819 in Long Island, New York. There are few people that live out their dreams and even fewer that reach the pedestal known as success. But Walt Whitman was a man that accomplished just that. Walt came…
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Bloom
We move through phases Like seedlings growing into plants Taking in sun, water and oxygen To grow In the springtime, we will bloom into the unknown Love always, Ayesha
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Shine On!
You are sunshine Resting on my face Pressing into my eyes Dancing on the water’s surface Ushering joy into my life Bringing light to my day Rays that creep through my blinds Echoing hope through my mind Speaking to me with birds chirping Alarm clocks ringing Church choirs singing It is a rejuvenating feeling that…
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The Push of Dreams
Flowing like rushing water Over steady streams The breath of yesterday The momentum of dreams Love always, Ayesha
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Bike Ride
The sun rose that Saturday morning, Blue birds chirp a song of life and passion The bees buzzing brought on anticipation As they landed on unsuspecting flowers in full bloom The colors of red, violet, turquoise and fuschia are vivid They speak to me like the grasshoppers rubbing their hind legs The lone duck in…
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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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