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Kora Sani Sep 2018
i anchor
myself
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
her spirit
is there
today with
her dime
that fear
her face
like Nefertiti
but in
a garage
that fit
her sleeve
these peeves
roar her
suffrage but
shakes her
clams in
a menagerie
news scene
sunprincess Jul 2018
How am I suppose to swim this mighty sea?

All my possessions have become an anchor,
an anchor of immense weight
Keeping me in this small vicinity

This territory known by the great white
and every sea creature
Will they come when hungry to visit me?

Lord knows I don't wish to be their next meal
I thought that I knew you well. I guess not because look at the lies that you tell. I don't know who you are. Heck do you?                 
                                                        
    You walk around smiling as if you are so kind an innocent. When you are gushing over with your sneaky ways..and the
                          lies. Life would be so much easier if you were   honest and upfront.  
                                                     
   You say one thing to me and another to them. It all comes back. You pretend to be lost an confused.                                                        ­
                                                
           The worst part is that you act as if it's everyone's fault but yours. A man owns up to his words an actions. A man wants to be seen. He doesn't hide behind accessories. Be who you really are. Introduce yourself to the world. Because all they know about you right
now..is that you.
      are... The Lie.
Sometime you just can't take people serious. Don't stress what you can't change. -Frances Lillian Bynum
Dominique R Jun 2018
The sinking feeling of an anchor dropping down to the bottom of the sea
Hopelessness
Waves slamming you against the shore again and again, gasping for air and only getting lungs full of sand
A lifeless body being spit out by the ocean
The tide gently caressing it
Like you would caress a sick child
Only to pull it back in
Where it will be swallowed by the depth
Remembered no more
The shower rushes over
  He thinks he's dying                        
  He can't tell if he's crying    
But he looks at his flowers                    
Etched on his arm.          
He holds
That Rose
That Anchor and he knows                
“I must keep trying"
Heather Apr 2018
What is my faith
My faith is my identity
Something that takes ahold of me
My anchor
My anchor is what keeps me still when the storms come by
The anchor that holds me gives me confidence to stand
The anchor that keeps my life still is now gone
No anchors hold me
Faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance of what we do not see
Well this faith of mine is my anchor
But is my faith my anchor if  i do not hope for it or believe it is there
Did someone steal it or did i just let go
When the storms come
They come like angry winds with salty cries
They scare me
But the anchor i depended on to save me i let go of
Faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance of what we do not see
Where did my anchor go
(please give feedback ) this poem is about a time where i just let go of my faith and the moment i realized it was not there anymore
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