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These Things Prove It | Carol Gilman - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

These Things Prove It | Carol Gilman

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The ants are back.
The dove is gone.
I hear you clearing your throat.
This means everything is doomed.
I am doomed.
These things prove it.

I hear a baby bird chirping to be fed.
I smile.

This means that everything is okay.
I remind myself that I am not doomed.
That I can change my thinking and response to things happening around me.

It’s annoying the ants are back. I can handle it.
I am sad about the dove. I can feel that sadness.
I hear you clearing your throat. That’s what is happening. That is what you are doing. It has nothing to do with me and who I am.

These things, my thoughts, prove it.

Crimson in the Sky | Devon Phipps - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Crimson in the Sky | Devon Phipps

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When my emotions die,
Always they seem to fly toward the sky.
Unforgiving disdain I struggle to restrain,
To purge from my soul,
As the new cycle begins.
Anxiously, I witness what my emotions have done,
A blanket of crimson that blocks out the sun.
But is there still hope?
A guiding light that is spared
Comfortably illuminates my heart
As I look up in despair.
In this moment, I realize hope exists
As I gaze off quietly toward the distance.
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Release | John Hunter - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Release | John Hunter

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Darkness and tolls – they linger, side by side they loom.
I’ve seen my life tomorrow, in a densely shallow tomb.
Doom is closing in.
A weight of times forgotten, sanity has its costs,
Fading at a hero’s pace, all light in the night is lost.
Doom is closing in.
Free of contradiction, fawns of fate arise,
resign the conscious battle, deathly fear subsides.
Doom has closed me in.

The Abyss | Eli - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

The Abyss | Eli

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Mom grab my hand pull me out of the abyss of depression
Abyss definition chasm gorge bottomless pit just a few words to
describe depression
Mom… Mom I miss you you don’t how much I miss the old memories
Wanna sit here and look through pictures?
Listen to music and talk?
Listen to my problems? I’ll Listen to yours I promise!
Wanna walk to the park? How’s your day going? Mommy How was work? I’m staring at an empty chair and asking these question but why
I miss you
We used to be so close but I’m weak I slipped into this Abyss I know you slipped into a nasty habit but you can break it
You are stronger Mommy
Just stop leaving
Just stay and leave the world behind
Can you help me out of the abyss? If you help I’ll help you break your habit oh wait you don’t know your problem yet
No you are going out to have another drink that’s fine I’ll sit here… I’ve been waiting so long I’ve got scars now because I thought you left… oh you are going out again okay that’s fine don’t look at my wrist please mother I’m ashamed… it’s just fear and sadness I’m weak mom! I promise to never show you my sadness I promise I’ll never show you my scars they are a sign for the weak

And the Rain Fell | Chris Byrne - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

And the Rain Fell | Chris Byrne

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As I sat, cold and hungry
In the rain, not knowing
If anyone cared,
Pondering, would anybody
Miss me? I was just another
Figure on the list
Tomorrow will be better,
I’d think,
Dark dismal thoughts
Flooded my brain
Not knowing if I’d get
A bed for the night
Or have to face the
Night
Life flashed before
My eyes, could I make it?
Could I?
Now I look back
Wonder how I
Survived.

Cross-Legged Monster | Kayvan - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Cross-Legged Monster | Kayvan

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My hate, my very own monster. A cross legged despair, a parrot pecking himself. A black hole deep in the space sucking everything but the darkness. With nothing but yellow leaves of autumn coming out on the other end.
An outcast from the land of the real, deep in the desert of dreams.
Can you hear that music from afar? A drummer drunk with madness?
A bitterness follows deep inside the shallow woods. Carrying a torch that says: seek the thunder. I have touched its soft cheeks. The tender calling of madness with a heart made of an eerie black spiral that goes deeper and deeper.
A green-shielded companion ready to be burned. What a true friend. As the smoke rises and you can inhale its soul, it’ll possess you and it will guide you.

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