rebecca-20 - Hello Poetry

Contemplation before It all begins. Peaceful thoughts of Life’s many blessings. Mindful preparation For the day. The dripping coffee *** The fast before the feast. Little tow haired babies Wide awake and Full of life and love Pulling meditation To a close. Day of gratitude For life.

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Nov 27, 2025

Nov 27, 2025 at 8:15 AM UTC

Gratitude

Contemplation before It all begins. Peaceful thoughts of Life’s many blessings. Mindful preparation For the day. The dripping coffee *** The fast before the feast. Little tow haired babies Wide awake and Full of life and love Pulling meditation To a close. Day of gratitude For life.

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Dipping in memories Poking through sorrows. Pickled with regrets. Knowing it was Maybe best. Good choices are not Always easy. They leaves drops Of what might have been. Bad choices last longer. With only loss. So much better What could have been.

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Nov 22, 2025

Nov 22, 2025 at 10:14 AM UTC

Pine

Dipping in memories Poking through sorrows. Pickled with regrets. Knowing it was Maybe best. Good choices are not Always easy. They leaves drops Of what might have been. Bad choices last longer. With only loss. So much better What could have been.

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Take it, Surround with skill. Sweet rhythm. With purpose. Heat. Tangling of hands and heart. Coolness of night drifting In the open window. Memories captured In the background. A moment rising. Then falling back to earth With a trembling sigh. Landing in the present.

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Nov 21, 2025

Nov 21, 2025 at 7:48 PM UTC

Deep

Take it, Surround with skill. Sweet rhythm. With purpose. Heat. Tangling of hands and heart. Coolness of night drifting In the open window. Memories captured In the background. A moment rising. Then falling back to earth With a trembling sigh. Landing in the present.

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Heart packaged and safe. Not to be shared or known In full. Carefully hidden With crafted words And phrases. Deep inside. Quietly mentioned.

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Nov 19, 2025

Nov 19, 2025 at 9:18 AM UTC

Hidden

Heart packaged and safe. Not to be shared or known In full. Carefully hidden With crafted words And phrases. Deep inside. Quietly mentioned.

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Past, present and future. Misunderstanding motivation. Softy searching With each and every Nerve engaged. Fear to release. Failure to acknowledge The faith of optimism, The beauty of the unknown, And freedom to be.

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Nov 19, 2025

Nov 19, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC

Tense

Past, present and future. Misunderstanding motivation. Softy searching With each and every Nerve engaged. Fear to release. Failure to acknowledge The faith of optimism, The beauty of the unknown, And freedom to be.

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Saturation of soul With whispering memories - Visiting what was. Anticipating what will be. Letting thoughts gently Rock your present And rounding life With wisdom and hope.

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Nov 19, 2025

Nov 19, 2025 at 9:01 AM UTC

Feeling

Saturation of soul With whispering memories - Visiting what was. Anticipating what will be. Letting thoughts gently Rock your present And rounding life With wisdom and hope.

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Dignity draping. What once was here, Now departed. What once was known, Now unknown. My loss, Your gentle journey- Your gain. The promise granted. Still, quiet.

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Nov 19, 2025

Nov 19, 2025 at 8:54 AM UTC

Quiet

Dignity draping. What once was here, Now departed. What once was known, Now unknown. My loss, Your gentle journey- Your gain. The promise granted. Still, quiet.

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Dry with bliss. Sensation without purpose. Just a near miss. A peak rising amongst the clouds. Sunshine blazing. Warm sensation. No acknowledgement of below. Vacation from despair.

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Aug 22, 2024

Aug 22, 2024 at 11:02 AM UTC

Happiness

Dry with bliss. Sensation without purpose. Just a near miss. A peak rising amongst the clouds. Sunshine blazing. Warm sensation. No acknowledgement of below. Vacation from despair.

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Not sure what you expected. Promises made, never lived. Tell me who I was to you. Was I just a mirror? A reflection of your fascination with your own thought of self. The glory of you. Salt air has tarnished my metal. Your reflection no longer shows.

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Aug 20, 2024

Aug 20, 2024 at 3:41 PM UTC

Dark Spots

Not sure what you expected. Promises made, never lived. Tell me who I was to you. Was I just a mirror? A reflection of your fascination with your own thought of self. The glory of you. Salt air has tarnished my metal. Your reflection no longer shows.

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So sweetly said, So neatly done. Just a brushing whisper, a tender kiss on the ear. Tilted head, Hollow and soft. So studied. Not mine, But for another.

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Aug 20, 2024

Aug 20, 2024 at 3:33 PM UTC

Soft Words

So sweetly said, So neatly done. Just a brushing whisper, a tender kiss on the ear. Tilted head, Hollow and soft. So studied. Not mine, But for another.

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