Gingersginger - Hello Poetry

I’ve cried an ocean of tears, And I know there’s more to come. Our days on Earth are numbered They have been since day one. The tale of good and evil Began with wanting more, But all this endless craving Has only birthed more war. We were given all that's needed To live, to love, to thrive. But we keep taking advantage And buying every lie. Our gardens have been poisoned too With seeds of greed and wealth. Instead of helping others, We're taught to serve ourselves. But I believe that change is near, And I know you feel it too That stirring in your spirit Calling you to truth. We are the hearts that still can heal, The voices rising strong, The ones who walk through shadows Just to help the light belong. It starts with how we listen, With how we choose to care With reaching out to strangers, And lifting silent prayers. We’re waking from the madness, The hunger and the pain, To gather up the pieces And begin to dream again. Not dreams of gold or power, But of justice, peace, and grace Of every child and elder Feeling safe in every place. So let the tears keep flowing Let them water what is true. Something sacred’s growing now, And it’s being born through you. The world may still be aching But your soul remembers when We came to mend the broken, And become the truth again.

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Dec 9, 2022

Dec 9, 2022 at 4:24 AM UTC

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I’ve cried an ocean of tears, And I know there’s more to come. Our days on Earth are numbered They have been since day one. The tale of good and evil Began with wanting more, But all this endless craving Has only birthed more war. We were given all that's needed To live, to love, to thrive. But we keep taking advantage And buying every lie. Our gardens have been poisoned too With seeds of greed and wealth. Instead of helping others, We're taught to serve ourselves. But I believe that change is near, And I know you feel it too That stirring in your spirit Calling you to truth. We are the hearts that still can heal, The voices rising strong, The ones who walk through shadows Just to help the light belong. It starts with how we listen, With how we choose to care With reaching out to strangers, And lifting silent prayers. We’re waking from the madness, The hunger and the pain, To gather up the pieces And begin to dream again. Not dreams of gold or power, But of justice, peace, and grace Of every child and elder Feeling safe in every place. So let the tears keep flowing Let them water what is true. Something sacred’s growing now, And it’s being born through you. The world may still be aching But your soul remembers when We came to mend the broken, And become the truth again.

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Born of a love so bittersweet Photos of you with your hands on mom's growing tummy Her sweater says "yes I am" and you look so happy - you also cared for the other two that came with the package - decisions were made some not your own and we packed up and moved to our new home - mom thought you were coming but you had once last go and got into trouble that much I know Either way your time ended too early for me to find you and tell you " I love you Daddy "

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Apr 24, 2019

Apr 24, 2019 at 12:24 AM UTC

Orphan

Born of a love so bittersweet Photos of you with your hands on mom's growing tummy Her sweater says "yes I am" and you look so happy - you also cared for the other two that came with the package - decisions were made some not your own and we packed up and moved to our new home - mom thought you were coming but you had once last go and got into trouble that much I know Either way your time ended too early for me to find you and tell you " I love you Daddy "

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I hope you embraced the time you had, you'll never get it back I'm trying my best to forgive you for the love and support that you lacked At the time when our mom needed us most you turned your backs on us and now you're all ghosts I hope you'll find peace when it slowly creeps up and I hope that you cry when that pains' in your gut For me I'm still grieving not only for mom but the loss of the family I thought was my own But I'm thankful and grateful for every minute I spent holding Mom's hand by the side of her bed We laughed and we cried and I was able to be with my best friend, my Angel now in Heaven, my Mommy.

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Apr 24, 2019

Apr 24, 2019 at 12:01 AM UTC

For my siblings

I hope you embraced the time you had, you'll never get it back I'm trying my best to forgive you for the love and support that you lacked At the time when our mom needed us most you turned your backs on us and now you're all ghosts I hope you'll find peace when it slowly creeps up and I hope that you cry when that pains' in your gut For me I'm still grieving not only for mom but the loss of the family I thought was my own But I'm thankful and grateful for every minute I spent holding Mom's hand by the side of her bed We laughed and we cried and I was able to be with my best friend, my Angel now in Heaven, my Mommy.

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A handful of Memories A cupful of sorrow A flagon of happiness Faith in tomorrow A measure of taking A measure of giving A curious jumble This business of living

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Apr 23, 2019

Apr 23, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC

#1 A handful of Memories by MoM ❤️

A handful of Memories A cupful of sorrow A flagon of happiness Faith in tomorrow A measure of taking A measure of giving A curious jumble This business of living

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Momma? Can you hear me? Can you hear my lonely cry? Momma? Can you feel me? I'm all broken up inside Momma can you see me? I'll never be the same Momma I can't wait til the day I see you again

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Apr 23, 2019

Apr 23, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC

Momma

Momma? Can you hear me? Can you hear my lonely cry? Momma? Can you feel me? I'm all broken up inside Momma can you see me? I'll never be the same Momma I can't wait til the day I see you again

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