Tag: strong
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Haiku: Closer
Running words fall down Your eyes flicker like strong hope Come closer to me Love always, Esha
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Laughter as Medicine
It’s been a long battle. I would like to say that it’s been easy but there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. I hope this poem is a bit of inspiration for all that read it. Let the waves of life pass over You will not be moved Let the sun…
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Carrying the Weight
Many people have suffered Weighed down by generational curses They never told a soul Wearing a mask that covers the face But provides no relief An existence tormented by pain and misery I once knew a man that bore the brunt Of his family’s secrets His body became contorted His countenance was haggard In one…
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In My Arms
Let silence fall Like ice, cold, bitter sweet hail Falling into the crevices Where words are too afraid to go I slide into the spaces in your elbows Looking at the deep wells of your passionate eyes That once made strong knees go weak You speak French to me Whenever we do speak It’s a…
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Broken Chains
Destroy the shackles of bondage they aren’t strong enough to hold you. Break the yokes of iniquity through the living word of God. Let the chains fall off like water rolling off a duck’s back. Love always, Ayesha
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My Love…
My love is an ocean, wet, deep, flourishing and alive. To swim in it and never make it to the other side. To feel close after one dive inside. No matter the distance only the strong survive. Love always, Ayesha
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A Small Ode to Love
Love is frail Yet strong It is loud but silent Encompassing all And nothing It moves like the breeze Is noticable to the naked eye But still remains unseen It is the core And the bedrock of simple and complex things It is the beauty of the sun going down at evening I love the…
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Surfs Up
Roll with the punches Tread water through the tears Bounce with the sways of laughter Smile through the brevity of complex years Easing into a steady peace That erases the power of fear Yes, in life the unknown is present here Yet time goes on And those weaken by the struggle Often grow strong with…
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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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