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Justination Oct 2024
In the garden where dreams once bloomed
Silent shadows of hope are tombed
Fractured petals drift in the breeze
Whispers of what could have been with ease

Each choice a step on a winding road
Laden with burdens, a heavy load
The laughter once bright now tinged with doubt
As echoes of plans unravel, fade out

A painter's brush, once bold and free
Now hesitates where colors disagree
A canvas flaws with streaks of gray
Reflects the heart, led astray

In the dance of days, we stumble and sway
Navigating the ruins of dreams gone astray
With every misstep, a lesson unfolds
In the carpet woven with threads of gold

Yet in failures clutch, we learn to arise
Through broken paths, we grow wise
For in each setback, a spark ignites
In the darkest of nights we reclaim our light

So raise a glass to the roads untraveled
To the hopes once cherished, now unraveled
For life's failures are chapters, not the end
In the grand story, they help us amend

Embrace the flaws, the bends and breaks
In the ashes of sorrow, resilience awakes
With every setback, let courage ignite
For the heart still beats and the dawn brings new light
Benjamin Stamper Oct 2024
In the hush of night, as shadows play,
A man drifts to sleep, where dreams hold sway.
In the realm of slumber, he finds his place,
A twisted world, a mirror maze.

Each pane reflects a life unknown,
Endless corridors where silence is grown.
But in the depths of this shimmering space,
He sees one face, the light of his grace.

Her laughter echoes through the reflecting halls,
A haunting melody that softly calls.
With every turn, her image glows,
Yet just beyond reach, where the shadow flows.

He reaches out, but the glass is cold,
A barrier strong, a story untold.
Her eyes, like stars, pull him near,
Yet the maze twists deeper, amplifying fear.

“Why can’t you see me?” he cries in despair,
As her smile flickers, a ghost in the air.
In every reflection, she dances away,
Taunting his heart as it starts to fray.

Each corner he turns, she slips from his grasp,
A phantom of longing, a fleeting clasp.
He sprints through the maze, heart pounding with might,
Chasing the vision that fades into night.

“Just one more step, I’ll find my way,”
He whispers to shadows that silently sway.
With determination, he fights through the haze,
Hoping to break free from this endless maze.

But as the reflections begin to distort,
Her figure shifts, a haunting retort.
“Find me, dear heart, in the light of the day,
For the mirror can’t hold what the heart can’t betray.”

Awakening sudden, he gasps in the night,
Realizing within the dream was a flicker of light.
With hope in his heart, he makes a new plan,
To bridge the divide and take hold of her hand.

For though the mirror maze held him tight,
The dream whispered truths, igniting his fight.
With courage ignited, he steps into day,
Determined to chase the shadow of doubt away.
Emery Feine Sep 2024
She sat there like a burning fire
Courage inside her was one to admire

The breezes blew stronger than they had before
Her anger was from the sadness in her heart that tore

Today was the day her freedom would come back
Today was the day her courage would not lack

She would again become that flying bird
She would finally be back, being cured

So she stood up to them, ready to tell
But her courage disappeared, and again she fell.
this is my 13th poem, written on 5/30/23
Sam Harty Sep 2024
I am
chicken
hearted.
I can't
risk rides
in fast cars
or jump on
swift moving
carousels
...or love
but
each time
I see you
I get more
courageous.
My Dear Poet Sep 2024
among all the fears there sleeps a bear
who’s paws are soft and hair is fair
afraid to wake and arouse a tear
there sleeps a mouse by claws so near
between the two there’s an open space
where chivalry and strength find a place
among hope and a dream it will lay
till mice find courage and get away
Sam Harty Sep 2024
The clock ticks on the wall
I think back to a time when
I used to feel so small.
Back in those times
I used to let myself
get dragged down
usually only wore
creased eyebrows
and frowns.
Now I'm stronger
I can fly at times
all alone I smile
rather than cry.
Experience more
laughter than sighs.
appreciate the times
as they go by.
How did this happen
you ask curious.
I started by smiling more
stopped taking everything
so serious.
Practicing being grateful also
helped me to be kind
rather than
seeing only on my pain inside.
The hardest part was letting go
of all the Toxic people in my life
I thought I needed,
who I used to beg to stay
to the point I pleaded.
I thought I needed them
to make me whole
when loving myself
should have been the goal.
Now I'm a do-er
Not a downer
A smiler, not a frowner.
I put myself first
and practice self care
and I don't miss how I was
back then and there.

I'm on the edge of something great!
Sam Harty Sep 2024
I always seem
to be on the edge
sharp blade,
shard of glass,
cliff's ledge.

There's no place
to grab on
no path or foothold
should I choose
to make any move,
to be so bold.

Edges
are an odd thing
one can
plummet wildly
or spread
your wings.

I close my eyes
and feel the choice
am I in danger?
am I overjoyed?
Hanging haphazardly?
Or delicately poised.

The amount of balance
is mine to determine
am I teetering on disaster?
or leaning forward to fly?
One things for certain
I won't know unless I try.
People who gave you courage when all hope was lost you own them a all
Don't give up
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