Tag: 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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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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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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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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Changing Weather
Tomorrow’s dreams are not promised today We will sit on the edge of playful tales To clasp onto the desires of fate We will weave baskets with the love we played We dig deep searching for hidden water Let the wells swell with the life we have found Hoping the hours will not falter Contaminated…
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