Dear Earth,
For as long as I can remember,
you have been my greatest teacher,
of patience,
of resilience,
and of strength.
My heart’s storm and solace
You scatter my prayers,
in the wind
and share it
with the cosmos.
Dear Earth,
I love you.
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Happy Earth Day Everyone!
And your heart
called on the clear blue skies,
painted with wisps of clouds,
soaking in the love
it held in its beats
and sunshine.
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I choose to rise above the darkness
that sometimes haunts my thoughts
and welcome the light, with love.
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Let your bare feet
touch the silent waves
that caresses the sand beneath you
Let your heart fall madly, deeply,
in love with the open skies,
let your mind be free of worries,
let it gently fly,
with the wind
kissing your face,
with love.
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I will wait for you
On the other side
Until you no longer want to hide
From this ache that burns your insides
In flames
I will offer you
my hand to hold
So you don’t feel so cold
After you feel you have sold
Your heart away
I will wait for you
until you open the door
Like I have many times before
To hug you close and say…
Even if you think the world moved on
And you feel you will never see the sun
You will be okay, perhaps not today,
Maybe not tomorrow but someday…
And until then, I will be right here
To help you, fix you.
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Napowrimo Day 11
What’s the time?
Is it time for the sun to come up
and kiss the earth
and watch her blush
spread across the sky…
Is it time for my love to come home
and hold me close
and feel me sigh,
in his arms…
What’s the time?
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Posting a day late but here is my poem for Day 10, day 11 will follow!
That night
Your words were more honest
Than they had been in a long while
Not laced with the lies
Your tongue had become accustomed to…
Caged Inhibitions of your heart erupted
Like mount Vesuvius
Drowning me
In the hot lava that poured out of your lips
Words you withheld with years of constraints
Words that I had always known in my heart
More pure than any drop of “ganga jal” or any holy water…
But then they said, ” it was just the whiskey talking.”
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Inspired by a poetry prompt for #Napowrimo Day 9
