Tag: youth
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The End… Kind Of
He ran from the truth Encouraged by youth Found his body clung to spiderwebs Living void of love Call him the walking dead Despite dreams and hopes He lives in pain instead She changed, he changed and they changed But the love remains The years they lost Connected to the epiphany they gained We will…
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Writing Poetry
Poems write themselves Like heartbreak creating tears Courage driving away doubt and fear The pen moves like water Across a tin rooftop During a rainstorm And the heavy flow refuses to stop Forever dripping words of beauty and truth Tales of hope Moments centered around growth And the follies of youth Poems write themselves As…
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Steel Toes
The snow falls like crumpled pieces of off white construction paper On a frigid landscape of charcoal concrete and yellow dashes At the bus stop bench sits a gray haired man In a tan, burly coat smoking a cigarette with a withered hand It has seen the passage of time Held doors open for lovers,…
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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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Talk
Talk Brotha can we talk? No fists, no knives, no guns and no baseball bats There is a time and a place for physical combat But the youth need to see How level headed adults negotiate We must unify like flocks of birds Taken to the baby blue sky There can be no pride in…
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Vine Love
Vine Love My weak stomach turns sour at the taste of rotten grapes devoid of their youth. But in 10 years time… Bad fruit turns into aged wine. It makes a cold night warm and a hot day fine. My love grows on a spiraling vine. Thank you for reading, Esha <3
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