To love and lose

Is to choose a love that meant you

Could be the one standing here today

Taking on anew

 

How freeing the moment

 

The tears uncontrollably shift the lash beneath the pounding samba dances of your pain

That skip that whisks your life away 

To the land of milk and honey 

Only to arrive back crashing down

Into the factory thumping in your ribcage

 

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After you were gone

My heart fell apart

A jigsaw without structure 

A mess of lonely parts

 

I think you took me with you

My breath, my life, my soul 

For, all that remained 

Was this deep & vacant hole

 

One day I fell into its depths 

Without thought of return

Crumbling to a waste of ash

In my own neglected urn

 

Suddenly, blinking, I awoke 

B...

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And indeed, 

the seasons will shift once again,

Yet,

that one autumn leaf, 

will hold onto the branch,

with all its might,

Awaiting the breeze,

to carry it away.

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I still wear your jacket
It’s worn and torn
With missing buttons
Your remnant scent
Was lost some time ago

I want to keep your arms
Close around me
Anything to stay warm
In a dim November kitchen
Still haunted by your voice

Around this uneven table
Five chairs untucked
I've moved between them all
I reluctantly accept
The silence of our house

I'm caught in the folds
Of this in...

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Everyone wants to grow old, but no one wants to be old.

 

All long to see the years in gentle rise,
Yet none would dwell where age has made its home;
The mirror bends the truth of weary eyes,
And hearts protest a fate they call their own.

The body, once a vessel tuned to speed,
Now trembles under weight of time’s command;
Each step recalls a fire that once would lead,
Now falters li...

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Saudade is a feeling that resists translation. Words like homesickness or wanderlust
capture fragments of it, but never the whole. This poem reaches towards the untranslatable:
the unique fusion of longing and loss, of sorrow and tenderness, of absence and living
memory. A sentiment so layered and elusive that it can only ever be approached, never
fully contained.

It is the echo of a song
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The pulse once strong now beats so frail, Beneath the chest, a hollow tale. Where laughter lived, the silence stays, A weight descends and clouds all days. The eyes that sought a guiding flame, Now find the void, no warmth to claim. Each breath a shard, each beat a thief, That drags the soul through endless grief. The world moves on, yet joy has fled, The sky turns grey, the heart f...

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Her sky was burning crashing down around her 

there  was fire in the sky  it burned so brightly she could 

not see that her whole entire world was gone she lost her

breath laying on the ground tears began to fall down her face 

washing some of the darkness away those tears fell and fell

until the fire was out  and she found her breath with her last bit of strength 

she stood up l...

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I wrote a note in my head,
Folded it inside my ribcage.
It said, “I can’t keep fighting
With a heart that always breaks.”

Mom never stayed,
Dad was just a silhouette.
And I swore I’d never
Repeat all that shit

But I guess I did.

We screamed in courtrooms
Over a child I never got to see grow.
I traced his name in the frost
On my rearview window.

I lost him before
I got the cha...

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This poem, Farewell to the Presence, draws clear inspiration from one of Sir Walter Raleigh’s poems. Echoing Raleigh’s elegiac tone and careful rhythm, it tries to explore the quiet desolation of personal loss and abandonment in contemporary life. Instead of the grandeur of a royal court or the isolation of the sea, the poem dwells on the intimate emptiness left behind in familiar space...

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I have so many Pinterest boards, they overwhelm me... but it’s necessary I check them every night before sleep. Gazing at the beautiful photos calms me, prepares me for rest.   It’s a mystery - drives hubby mad considering for hours... glittering jewels, intricate designs, glamourous clothes. Royal fashion icons addictively inspire imagination.   A girly t...

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be it a rose of winter compares

a dew drop tear on the first open eye,

I still dream of ghosts walking the towns,

I am there with them on rich hunting ground

hindsight retraces all we should’ve been,

and still we are waiting, mute to a dream

my hope ponders spirit, in a world left to die,

confide, we do in each other,

tonight we ride alone

all that thrives has lost i...

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His love for her was strong but still,

a longing in his soul

took him to where he could be free,

but ocean’s take their toll.

 

He never did return

although she waited faithfully.

Day and night she sat there watching,

hoping she would see.

 

She prayed that his ship would return

but fate will have its way.

She waited til her time was spent,

until her hairs ...

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We carry wounds which no one sees, Stripped bare by the world's quiet indifference. A life lost, forgotten by time's cruel hands, Moments of sorrow fade beneath others' noise. A bomb bursts, its weight unseen, And the rubble settles—no one comes to mourn. We sit with our aching bodies, Alone in a world that turns its back. A sickness takes root, And the world moves on—too busy, too ...

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Today, three years ago, Russia launched its brutal invasion of Ukraine, shattering peace and unleashing a wave of destruction. Towns were levelled, lives torn apart, and a nation thrust into an endless struggle for survival. Despite the relentless violence, Ukraine remains unyielding, its people refusing to surrender. The world has watched as the cost in blood and suffering continues to rise, and ...

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Starring out my window this December rainy night,

all I can do is long for you again.

Sometimes I feel I’m over you, like maybe I just might

move on and forget about all that’s been.

 

But as the raindrops fall, all of the tears I hold inside

come tumbling down as blue skies turn to grey.

And then it doesn’t matter much, how hard I have tried

to let you go and go another wa...

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This poem tries to explore the personal and societal consequences of living under a prospecitve dictatorship, where the truth is silenced, and freedom of the press is crushed. Through the fate of figures like Jim Acosta, the poem reflects on the heavy price of speaking out against tyranny and the loss of voice in a world where obedience reigns. A stark warning of what happens when dissent is erase...

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Now and Forever

 

Barely detectable to those in the vicinity.

A nudge to the conscience at most.

Perhaps it was a glitch in the matrix,

Or an insignificant memory lapse.

She was compassionate and vaguely familiar,

But her name escaped him for now.

 

She gazed into his pale blue eyes,

Recalling the moment they first met her own.

An instant connection she thought wou...

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Another star twinkles its last
And yet the sky does not mourn

Only the moon weeps gently
Behind the wisps of clouds
But still the golden star will rise
Breaking horizons line
In reds, pinks and yellow
and the land answers with song.

Only the sea whispers gently
Against the grey rocks
Bubbling through the pebbles
Murmuring of memories
But still the mountains stand
Defiant and stron...

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Toys, mugs and letters dress this stoney garden

In lines that would not impress a cold, gnarled sargent

 

Stones stagger around like crooked teeth

Adorned with names, chocolates and festive wreaths

The view is long, sprawling forever

Lost but knowing in its endevour

 

The living are still, smiling through their solemness 

Clutching Birthday cards with Christmas sadness

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