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And, on the third day, He rose again,
not because we earned it,
or even deserved it,
after all betrayals and sin,
unconditional love remained within.
For these things were always the key,
to letting it be.
Sin will never win,
in the end of the world,
my friend.
Love, grace and forgiveness portray the "keys to peace". That's what my poem is about. Without having these for our fellow "man", we'll stay in constant battles and chaos. Sin doesn't have the final say or "win", goodness and redemption will prevail further, regardless of your spiritual/religious/christianity beliefs. This has been proven time and time again.
Visvod Apr 16
My heart sometimes thumps in a normal pace.
Then confuses itself and loses rhythm.
My chest flutters, my breathing shutters
But I keep living.

What does it mean to exist?
Well quite literally, that your heart persists.

Between the beats, there's a moment of quiet.
Stillness that precedes another thump
or serves as an epilogue to the last one.

I am painfully aware of my heartbeat.
So much that it hurts.
I don't want exercise to speed it up and use up my remaining beats
Nor alcohol to plummet it to a state where it beats no more.

But then I lay in bed at night and listen to the soft thumps in my chest.
And it reminds me of its purpose.
Whether or not it unexpectedly stops one day
or beats till it can't beat any more

I'll do my best to love and nurture this erratic, fickle heart of mine.
Arrythmias are annoying.
There is an ocean deep inside of me                                                              
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and lately I've gone deep sea diving                                                           ­         
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I'm doing a little bit of self-reflection                                                  ­                      
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Making sure I'm headed in the right direction                                                    
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Trusting my intuition, no second guess                                                            ­  
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It's working pretty well, no problems yet                                                    
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Walking in the path that's right for me                                                            
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Standing tall in the face of adversity                                                        ­        
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Saying what I believe is the real truth                                                           
Even if it's not hitting your sweet  
tooth                                                    ­                
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Hold my head up & walk through the crowd                                                  
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This is me being me, me being proud
I just wrote this. It's how I feel today. Peaceful.  Let Go, Let God.
Joss Lennox Apr 10
there's progress in the small steps
there's learning in the calm
and I'm just grateful to be here
learning from you all
❤️
You all inspire me so much with how well and thought out your writing is, thank you!
Berrin Yakar Apr 4
Thank you,
To us, to all...
To everything made us cry...

To him, to her...
To whoever it is, stinging our hearts—
Creating tortured stars.

Everyone steps ahead,
Us—
Left behind, love-shaped scars.
It's National Poetry Month (even though I'm not from America) just a celebration post for my fellow poets, you truly are one of a kind.
Joss Lennox Mar 31
I think I had a thought once,
not sure where it went

I think I had a choice,
before their automatic consent

I think I had a body,
until it was covered under a glass ceiling of intersectionality,
disguised as empowerment & healing

I think I had ambitions,
but I wasn't allowed to share them f r e e l y

I think I had a story,
which included originality, not mass produced 'bots

I think I think a lot,
it's okay though, only when it helps with the plot

I think I had a life,
built on standards of equality, for all to prevail

I think I was The Foreman,
who settled on being the female
thoughts from a feminine point of view, as a mother who's willingly put her own goals on hold to help with raising a family. also can be perceived from a feminist point of view for women's equality in the world.
Taylor Allyn Mar 18
I have died a thousand times.


In the silence of rooms where I learned to make myself smaller.
In the hands of men who only held me in the dark.
In the mirror, where I spent years trying to love something I was taught to hate.


I have buried myself in the spaces between other people’s comfort.
Lowered my voice so they wouldn’t flinch.
Made my body easy to leave so no one had to carry the weight of me.


I have been a funeral no one attended.


And yet—
I wake up.
Every day, I wake up.


Breathe in. Breathe out.
Move through a world that never made space for me,
but take up space anyway.


I am not supposed to be here.
I was supposed to break,
supposed to fold,
supposed to be a name they only whispered in past tense.


But here I am.
A mouth that still speaks.
A body that still moves.
A breath that still fills the room.


I have died a thousand times.
And still—


I am here.


And ain’t that something?
Audacity, Still Here, Alive, Weight
silvervi Mar 15
Experiences can be beautiful, fun, uncomfortable, awkward and embarrassing at the same time.
It's not black or white and that's what life is - it's a mix of many colours.
Bekah Halle Mar 13
Power of Remembering

A brisk pace

Walking to work,
I was struck, with the memory:
the time when I could not walk...
After a stroke, during brain surgery, and a 40-day coma…
My step indeed picked up to a brisk pace,
and a smile came upon my face.


Thankful.
Lent is the practice of sacrifice (going without) and remembrance. I am giving up chocolate this year and will try to write a poem in my new “Lent Collection” each day. Enjoy!
Antonia Mar 11
each second
each word
each thought
all feelings
they’re earned!

better start seeing life for the blessing it is

or in sorrow,
forever you’ll live.

resentful, remorseful
regret
remove all these Rs
you are your own threat.

start from love
and finish right back

the circle of life,
love always comes back.
Have the courage to live in love, not fear.
I promise it’s worth it!
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