Tag: moon
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Lack
We them people That should be broke Like concrete Don’t know how to be discreet Because we live what we speak We move against the tide Waxing and waning like the moon We are the ones that dance When we should cry Have faith when all seems lost But we bounce back Like 4 flats…
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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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Brief Letter To My Ex
impression, believe, dream, waste side, face, forgot, mind, time, surprise, love,
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Hard To Break
Thousands of miles separate distant hearts A space that missed and longed for you Is within arm’s reach but still so far away Arguments, tense conversations, childhood trauma and broken dreams Left us hurt but speechless How can a soul piece together pressure and stress that it can’t comprehend? Years of words that went unspoken,…
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Just a Thought: Alright
It’s fine. Don’t fret over the little things. Don’t stress over the big hurdles. The sun will rise in the morning. The moon will appear at night. And when it’s all said and done. Your gonna be alright. Love always, Esha <3
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Poets Are Not A Monolith: YOU
Earlier this month, I stood in-front of my table selling poetry books, mugs, handmade fabrics and jewelry. A tall fellow comes by and begins to thumb the pages in one of the books. With a slight grin he says, I thought poetry is supposed to be sweet. I replied, No, I like to write realistic…
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Where You Are
Where You Are Drizzle dynamic dreams on thirsty lips ready to taste exquisite fantasy. We will wait patiently for the arrival of the moon and stars just to be a little closer to where you are. Love always, Esha <3
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Call Me Sunshine
I am a chocolate sunrise floating over still land A part of God’s divine plan People regard me as beautiful but fail to understand… That my existence is not equated to the abundance of man Pull out your paint brush and stroke… The deep, broad curves…
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