Category: Poetry
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🌿 Frogs’ Serenade 🌿
In the moon’s soft glow, by the stream’s gentle flow, Frogs gather ’round, their voices a symphony aglow. Their throats swell with secrets of ancient tales, Echoing through leaves, carried by nightingales. Each croak, a note in nature’s grand score, A lullaby for the water garden’s tranquil shore. Their webbed feet tap rhythms on lily…
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Weaving a Modern Tapestry of Fairytales for Black Audiences
Once upon an app, in a realm where TikTok ruled, there emerged a captivating fairytale that deftly intertwined the familiar and the novel, blurring the lines between nostalgia, modernity, and the complexities of Black identity. **A Twist on ‘Cinderella’:** Exchanging the classic glass slipper for a designer sneaker, this modern-day Cinderella, named Cinder, finds herself…
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Whispers to the Divine
In the quiet corners of her room, she sits, Advanced years etched upon her skin, A tapestry of memories woven with threads of time, And in the hush of twilight, she begins. “Are You there?” she asks, her voice a fragile echo, Her hands clasped, knuckles like ancient roots, The ceiling, a canvas for her…
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💥 States and Capitals: A Fairy Tale Rhyme 💥
In a magical land where dreams take flight, States and their capitals, shining bright. Alabama’s capital, Montgomery dear, Where history whispers, loud and clear. Alaska, vast and icy blue, Anchorage its city, forever true. Arizona, with canyons so grand, Phoenix stands tall, on sun-kissed sand. Arkansas, a state named after the Bow, Little Rock its…
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The Gardener’s Lament 🌿🐿️
In the quiet dawn, I plant my seeds,Dreams of harvest dancing in the breeze.But lo, the squirrels—they plot and scheme,Tiny paws digging through my garden’s dream. They scoff at my efforts, those furry foes,Their eyes gleaming mischief, tails a-wagging pose.Yet I stand resolute, my spirit unyielding,For this soil is my canvas, my heart’s true fielding.…
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Echoes of Tomorrow
In the quiet chambers of our days, Where shadows dance upon the walls, We ponder futures yet uncharted, And hear the distant echoes call. The world, a shifting tapestry, Threads woven by hands unseen, Unfurls its secrets, whispers truths, As seasons change and dreams convene. At fifty-nine, you stand upon the bridge, A witness to…
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Ink and Stardust
In the quiet of celestial nights, Where ink spills across the cosmic canvas, I dip my quill into stardust, And write stories that dance with purpose. Each word a constellation, A bridge between realms unseen, I conjure hope from moonbeams, And trace the edges of forgotten dreams. The ink flows like a river, Carving valleys…
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Harmony’s Healing Breath
In the quiet chambers of the heart, Where shadows yield to dawn’s embrace, Poetry unfurls its fragile wings, A balm for wounds, a sacred space. Each syllable, a whispered prayer, A note plucked from the cosmic lyre, Weaves threads of solace through the air, Igniting flames of hope, desire. And music—oh, the sweet elixir— It…
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Sixty in Twenty-Four
Sixty years, like sapphires in the sun, Gleaming with the adventures that you’ve won. Each year a gem, unique in its glow, Reflecting the light of the paths you chose to follow. In this digital age, where screens abound, Sixty-year-olds navigate a world profound. They’ve seen rotary phones evolve to smartphones, From typewriters to touchscreens,…
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🌟 Echoes of the Playground 🌟
Born between moments, etched in sun-kissed laughter, We danced on asphalt, our hearts in sync with the rhythm of games. The years spun like tops, and we—carefree—chased their twirls, Our playground a canvas, painted with memories. 🚦 Red Light, Green Light: Feet poised, hearts racing, The call echoed: “Green light!” We sprinted, wind in our hair,…
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