Category: Poetry
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The Quiet Tide
Some mornings, even sunlight feels too far; Her thoughts crowd close, a restless, tangled jar.
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The Restless Fool
Now evening falls gently on streets that he knows, And time, like a river, continues and flows.
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Two Moons, One Love
Beneath the first full moon, I looked up through the night,And wished that you were here to share its silver light.Though we may be apart, and distance bends the tune,My heart still found your heartbeat underneath that moon. The second night rose softly, with stars in quiet flight,Its glow became a promise that love could…
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What Happened to Frank?
Frank, where did all your poetry go?It vanished like socks in the laundry below.Your sonnets once sparkled, your couplets could sing—Now dust gathers thick on your favorite ink thing. Why did you stop writing? Did inspiration flee?Did it catch the last train to Cincinna… ti?Did your rhymes get distracted by pancakes and pie,Or retire for…
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Political Theater
The party gathered with a furious roar,Still counting the votes from the night before.They swore they’d move forward—then slammed on the brake,And vowed that each setback was someone else’s mistake. They promised to help, but whenever bills came,They shouted, “Objection!” and dodged every claim.A plan for the roads? “It’s a terrible scheme!”A plan for the…
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Autumn
Every leaf that hits the ground is a memory of you, and the scent of woodsmoke, crisp and gray, reminds me how you slipped away.
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The Islanders
Folks from Long Island are friendly—“come on in, grab a chair,” They’ll greet you like a cousin, then ask how you got there.They’re outgoing and jovial, bold from shore to shore,And somehow every casual chat becomes a friendly roar. Long Islanders judge pizza with a serious face, “Too much cheese? Crust too thick? This ain’t…
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A Game of Chess
Like chess on a board, they plot every move,One step toward each other, then back to improve.He sends out his pieces while staying concealed,She watches his pawns to see what they reveal. No “hello,” no confession, no bold rendezvous,Just knights on the sidelines reporting their views.He never risks check, she never advances—Both waiting for someone…
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The Lioness
She walked away from a house where her heart had learned to ache,From years of silent suffering and promises that seemed to break.She chose the road of loneliness, though freedom came with cost,For sometimes saving your own soul means mourning what you’ve lost. And in her arms, her daughter grew, her reason to persist,She made…
