Tag: sand
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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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Forgiveness
More precious than gold or silver Valuable like rain in the desert Glistening in the sun like shells wasted on shore But it breaks under the pressure of bitterness Eventually becoming fine sand That gives way to easy going feet Eager to walk on to brighter days And that is the beauty of forgiveness Love…
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Possible Love
I can’t love you. Cuz I don’t love me. My love is therefore partial. It’s like a pond with ripples. It ain’t that deep. But I’ll bring my hand full of water to your sea. If you take me in… So maybe I can feel something more than the love I have yet to be.…
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A Loner Without True Love
One day, the money will turn to ash. Sand will form into glass only to break again. Wet tears will momentarily make dry skin moist. The facades will fade to nothingness. The sex appeal and enthusiasm of youth unexplored will dissipate. Smooth lips will chap. Tight skin may wither like autumn leaves preparing to change…
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Smile Anyway
We once sat on the shore or maybe But that time has passed And a fresh tide washes sand off the soles Of sun burned feet Running against the strong breeze There is no looking back No questioning yesterday Only forward movement Locked eyes fade to subtle glances Broken glass disintegrated into wayward chances Time…
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Much Needed Rest
Take me to your island Where I can bask in the sweet sun Swing in the night breeze And frolic until my work is done Just breath easy No expectation for the anticipation Of conversation In truth, I want to rest Experience joy, peace and happiness No hurt in my voice No ache in my…
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Cautious
Be cautious, high voltage. Maybe rude Maybe kind Snap off without notice Then act like everything’s fine Sincere eyes tucked behind a wise grin Never know if you’ll see them again They’re rare like hitting the lottery Fickled like catching the wind Stepping out every so often To feel the sand in-between loose toes To…
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