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daphne Jan 2021
you build them up so high
using my back as a foundation
making me strain under the weight
of this unbearable pressure

isn't there mercy, mother?
even for your own daughter?

but then you'd remind me
nobody invests in failures
birthed from their own incompetence
  Jan 2021 daphne
amanda
the room
you’ve found yourself in
is so dark,
you can’t see your
shaking hand in front
of your face

let alone my hand

in front of yours
all of my friends
are struggling right now

and none want my light
daphne Jan 2021
your surroundings appear aesthetic
by virtue of your existence.

and i tend to ruin everything i find beautiful.
You’re not a poet because you know those ‘fancy’ words
You’re a poet because every word you write comes straight from your heart

You’re not a poet because you feel alone
You’re a poet because pen and paper are your biggest companions

You’re not a poet because you understand emotions better
You’re a poet because you let them flow freely

You’re not a poet because people admire your work
You’re a poet because you write for your own contentment and not for people's consent

You are not a poet because you’ve failed in love
You’re a poet because you’ve been in love deeper than anyone else

You’re not a poet because you are strong
You’re a poet because you don’t hide your weaknesses

You’re not a poet because you can heal hearts
You’re a poet because you know what it means to be broken






              ©words of a withering soul
..............
  Jan 2021 daphne
Brandi R Lowry
Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.
For Ty & Des ❤️
daphne Jan 2021
oh, silly gardener
when will you concede?
azaleas will simply never grow
from mere old papaya seeds

you blame it on the soil
you blame it on the weather
now it's drowning in excess water
can't you see how much it suffers?

i know you love azaleas
but please just stop and ponder
what you sowed were papaya seeds
and they are too a wonder

it's not how you tried to prune them
or because of your undevotion
but what you sowed were papaya seeds
growing beautifully in your garden
  Dec 2020 daphne
Shawn
I'm good enough,
I don't care what you say,
I'm proud of what,
I accomplished today.

I tried my best,
which makes me feel good,
I did much better,
than I thought I could.

Why do you criticize
and make me feel small?
Does it feel better,
when I stumble and fall?

Well, I'm here to tell you,
that I wont let your words hurt.
Because when I fall,
I'll just pick myself up from the dirt.
my first poem
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