Month: February 2024

AGE

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The heart was once a drum, a frantic beat,
Echoing doubts on every street.
Mirrors held whispers, shadows of fear,
Reflecting anxieties, year after year

Time, a gentle sculptor, chipped away,
At insecurities, piece by piece each day.
Wrinkles etched wisdom, scars told their tale,
Battles fought, lessons that wouldn’t fail.

Hair, once a crown of worry and strife,
Turned silver, a testament to a well-lived life.
Laughter lines carved stories untold,
Of joys embraced, and fires grown bold.

The voice that once trembled, unsure and shy,
Now speaks with conviction, reaching for the sky.
Opinions formed, not swayed by the tide,
A compass within, a steady guide.

Confidence blooms, a slow, steady rise,
Not arrogant, but grounded in wise, clear eyes.
The soul, finally free to dance and sing,
Unburdened by shadows, taking wing.

Age is not a thief, but a gentle friend,
Who reveals the strength that lies within, till the very end.
So let the years paint their silvered grace,
For true confidence blossoms, with time and space.

Tick Tock

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The clock ticks faster, a relentless drum,
Each beat a hammer on my weary head.
Responsibilities pile, a stifling hum,
Anxiety’s tendrils tighten, unsaid.

Thoughts race like squirrels in a frantic wheel,
Chasing deadlines, worries without end.
Sleep becomes a distant, foreign meal,
Muscles tense, a knot I cannot mend.

Breath shallow, rapid, a trapped bird’s song,
Chest constricts, a weight upon my soul.
The world seems harsh, a dissonant throng,
Each task a mountain, taking its toll.

But wait, a whisper in the storm’s loud roar,
A gentle breeze that bids the tension cease.
A pause, a breath, I close the frantic door,
And find within a moment’s fragile peace.

For stress may grip, but it does not define,
This too shall pass, like clouds across the sky.
With mindful steps, I’ll seek a calmer line,
And let the weight, for now, gently lie.

So breathe, dear heart, and find a moment’s grace,
This storm will break, and sunlight will return.
Remember, even in this stressful space,
There’s strength within, waiting to be born.

Obsessed I Find Myself, I Can’t Deny,

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Obsessed I Find Myself, I Can’t Deny

The ghosts of laughter, whispers in the past,
Old friends’ faces, forever cast,
On the silver screen of memory’s hold,
A flickering story, never fully told.

Obsessed I find myself, I can’t deny,
With days gone by, beneath a summer sky,
Secrets shared, beneath a willow’s bough,
Adventures woven, somehow, somehow.

Their voices echo in the quiet night,
Inside jokes spark, a fading light,
Paths diverged, lives took different turns,
Yet their absence burns, like forgotten hymns.

Is it the joy we had, the bond so strong?
Or fear of future’s lonely, mournful song?
Perhaps a yearning for a simpler time,
When laughter rang, unburdened by life’s climb.

But dwelling on the past, a gilded cage,
Can trap the present, steal its vibrant stage.
For friendships, like the seasons, must evolve,
New chapters written, stories to resolve.

So let me hold the memories, bittersweet,
But turn my gaze, where future pathways meet.
For though old friends may drift upon the tide,
New connections bloom, side by side.

Remember, friend, the past is just a guide,
A tapestry of moments, where you thrived.
Embrace the present, weave your threads anew,
And let old friendships fade, with love, not rue.

While Whispers of the Past Still Sting

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While Whispers of the Past Still Sting

Though I can’t peer into minds unseen,
And words unspoken, motives clean,
I’ll craft a verse with threads of thought,
Of friendships lost, and lessons sought.

Perhaps new paths did bend and curve,
Leading them further, worlds to serve.
New faces bloomed, like flowers bright,
Filling days with different light.

Or maybe life, a rushing stream,
Swept them downstream, caught in a dream.
Obligations, duties pressed,
Leaving less time for moments blessed.

It’s hard to think a bond could wane,
But friendships, too, can feel the strain.
Distance whispers, voices dim,
And shared laughter turns a fading hymn.

But hold, dear friend, don’t let it sting,
That memories fade, like birds take wing.
For true connections, forged in soul,
Leave echoes soft, that make you whole.

And if a pang of sadness stays,
Remember friendships bloom in many ways.
New chapters start, new laughter rings,
While whispers of the past still sting.

Let You Back In

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The wound still aches, a whisper of your name,
A tethered scar, etched deep with burning shame.
You breached the wall I built with stones of trust,
Leaving me shattered, scattered into dust.

Yet, here I stand, with open arms outstretched,
An olive branch, a fragile peace confessed.
Not for your sake, but mine, this choice I make,
To shed the chains of anger, for my own heart’s sake.

Forgiveness, not forgetting, but a gentle shift,
To mend the broken pieces, with a hopeful lift.
It may be foolish, some may say I’m weak,
But holding onto hurt, only leaves my spirit bleak.

I invite you back, not to erase the wrong,
But face the truth, where we both may belong.
To understand the reasons, mend the fray,
And build a bridge, where trust might bloom someday.

This path I choose, is fraught with uncertainty,
But holding onto hate, keeps me a prisoner to thee.
So with a prayer, a whisper on the breeze,
I hope this choice of mine will bring me inner peace.

For even though you hurt me, deep and true,
The chance to heal resides within us two.
And though the scars may linger, ever faint,
I choose to rise above, and paint a future, unconstrained.

Whispers on the Breeze

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I write this poem with whispers on the breeze,
Of parents lost, too young to hold their knees.
Grandkids unseen, stories left untold,
A love’s sweet melody, forever on hold.

Though stars now hold them, distant, ever bright,
Their spirit lingers in the fading light.
In laughter’s echo, eyes that hold the sea,
A glimpse of them, forever lives in me.

We trace their features in each playful face,
The stubborn chin, the smile’s familiar grace.
In bedtime stories, whispered soft and low,
Their love unfolds, a seed begins to grow.

We build sandcastles where they walked the shore,
And sing the songs they hummed to me before.
Their absence hangs, a tear that won’t descend,
Yet in their memory, our love will transcend.

Poetry Prompt

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Write a poem

What is FAMILY to you?
What does it mean to you?
Who is in your family?
Does it have to be blood?