drone
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 10:03am
8th Sep 2024 10:03am
Parents
Is it not
Ideas
you wish to show
Is it not
Seeds
You wish to grow
In the barron lands
Where the children weep
for better days
That was promised
By those
Who birthed
A Promise
Ideas
you wish to show
Is it not
Seeds
You wish to grow
In the barron lands
Where the children weep
for better days
That was promised
By those
Who birthed
A Promise
#family
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eswaller
Poem Published
18th Dec 2022 8:00am
18th Dec 2022 8:00am
My Rock Through It All
As the loneliness and pain
Seeped through my bones
You were there to hold my
Hand through it all. The rain
And the different time zones
Never kept us from every high
Or feeling every low. You were
The very reason I felt so sure
About this world and better.
Seeped through my bones
You were there to hold my
Hand through it all. The rain
And the different time zones
Never kept us from every high
Or feeling every low. You were
The very reason I felt so sure
About this world and better.
#mother
#family
#MyInspiration
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eswaller
Poem Published
18th Dec 2022 8:00am
18th Dec 2022 8:00am
My Rock Through It All
As the loneliness and pain
Seeped through my bones
You were there to hold my
Hand through it all. The rain
And the different time zones
Never kept us from every high
Or feeling every low. You were
The very reason I felt so sure
About this world and better.
Seeped through my bones
You were there to hold my
Hand through it all. The rain
And the different time zones
Never kept us from every high
Or feeling every low. You were
The very reason I felt so sure
About this world and better.
#mother
#family
#MyInspiration
390 reads
10 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
18th Dec 2022 8:00am
18th Dec 2022 8:00am
My Rock Through It All
As the loneliness and pain
Seeped through my bones
You were there to hold my
Hand through it all. The rain
And the different time zones
Never kept us from every high
Or feeling every low. You were
The very reason I felt so sure
About this world and better.
Seeped through my bones
You were there to hold my
Hand through it all. The rain
And the different time zones
Never kept us from every high
Or feeling every low. You were
The very reason I felt so sure
About this world and better.
#mother
#family
#MyInspiration
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LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
291 reads
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LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
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30 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
291 reads
30 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
291 reads
30 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
23rd Feb 2023 00:03am
Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
291 reads
30 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
29th Jul 2023 6:34pm
29th Jul 2023 6:34pm
POP
I believed you. That night you sat me down and rapped with me. I didn't ask why you were there. I didn't ask if you pulled up on that cop, if he was lying. You said he lied and that was it. I NEVER, even to this day, question what you say. You said you didn't do it, you didn't do it. 60 G's of promised hope fucked up your life. I never asked where you went, who they were, or why there was so much under one roof. How you knew. I believed in you, a good man, no questions. So why could you not believe in me when I spoke? I was so clean, pops. Trusted you, so clean. You did me dirty. And now that...
#love
#family
#betrayal #MovingOn
#betrayal #MovingOn
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jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
29th Jul 2023 6:34pm
29th Jul 2023 6:34pm
POP
I believed you. That night you sat me down and rapped with me. I didn't ask why you were there. I didn't ask if you pulled up on that cop, if he was lying. You said he lied and that was it. I NEVER, even to this day, question what you say. You said you didn't do it, you didn't do it. 60 G's of promised hope fucked up your life. I never asked where you went, who they were, or why there was so much under one roof. How you knew. I believed in you, a good man, no questions. So why could you not believe in me when I spoke? I was so clean, pops. Trusted you, so clean. You did me dirty. And now that...
#love
#family
#betrayal #MovingOn
#betrayal #MovingOn
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jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
29th Jul 2023 6:34pm
29th Jul 2023 6:34pm
POP
I believed you. That night you sat me down and rapped with me. I didn't ask why you were there. I didn't ask if you pulled up on that cop, if he was lying. You said he lied and that was it. I NEVER, even to this day, question what you say. You said you didn't do it, you didn't do it. 60 G's of promised hope fucked up your life. I never asked where you went, who they were, or why there was so much under one roof. How you knew. I believed in you, a good man, no questions. So why could you not believe in me when I spoke? I was so clean, pops. Trusted you, so clean. You did me dirty. And now that...
#love
#family
#betrayal #MovingOn
#betrayal #MovingOn
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