Poetry Blog by Abi Morris

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She is Nature

She is the howling wind of a winter storm.
She is the crashing waves of the ocean shores.
She is the bright colors of the spring blooming flowers.
She is an entire army marching to defend that which they love
But she is also a window peirced by branch.
She is the sound a leaf makes as it falls to the ground
She is nature. 

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I Miss You

I miss the hours we spent staying up talking way later than we should have. Knowing if our parents heard us we would be dead. I miss watching you laugh at the stupidest movies. I miss your voice calming me in the midst of an anxiety attack. I miss fighting over each other's coffee in the mornings after only getting three hours of sleep. I miss spending hours upon hours talking about our favorite t...

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Perfect Imperfections

She was paper. 
She had been written on, erased, crumpled and ripped into pieces.

And she was...


Beautiful despite the indents left by those who wrote too hard and erased too carelessly.
Beautiful despite the many rips and creases she gave herself in fear of never being beautiful.

He was tape.
He had been used, removed, and torn.

And he was...



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Amour Brisé (Broken Love)

I once knew a girl…


A girl who’s pain was so hard to deal with, yet so easy to hide. She walked into school everyday, her long sleeves pulled down, and a fake smile on her lips. Everyday, a little harder to wake up, everyday a little harder to fake it, everyday…

a little harder to live...

One day, a boy approached this girl. He told her she was everything he ever wanted, and he bec...

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