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LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS POETRY Apr 2023

S-02

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One day or day one.
Move on to the next big thing,
before you're out of time.

@lightinthedarknesspoetry

Thanks for being here. Until the next verse.

For more information, explore the contents of the poetry blog and check out @lightinthedarknesspoetry on social platforms. "S" is a collection of poems titled "Seasons" by M. E. Kuşaslan, featured on Hello Poetry.

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LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS POETRY Apr 2023

S-03

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Pain keeps you awake
So you don't fall asleep.

@lightinthedarknesspoetry

Thanks for being here. Until the next verse.

For more information, explore the contents of the poetry blog and check out @lightinthedarknesspoetry on social platforms. "S" is a collection of poems titled "Seasons" by M. E. Kuşaslan, featured on Hello Poetry.

#lightinthedarkness #faith #healing #poems #hellopoetry #quotes #poet #writing #poetry #seasons

LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS POETRY May 2023

S-04

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If you stop expecting miracles from people,
you can never get hurt by them;
instead, if you initiate the expectation
of blessings only from God,
your heart will bloom again.

@lightinthedarknesspoetry

Thanks for being here. Until the next verse.

For more information, explore the contents of the poetry blog and check out @lightinthedarknesspoetry on social platforms. "S" is a collection of poems titled "Seasons" by M. E. Kuşaslan, featured on Hello Poetry.

#lightinthedarkness #faith #healing #poems #hellopoetry #quotes #poet #writing #poetry #seasons

LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS POETRY May 13

S-05

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Old wounds disappear beneath the sun,
New pursuits rise, and journeys run.

@lightinthedarknesspoetry

Thanks for being here. Until the next verse.

For more information, explore the contents of the poetry blog and check out @lightinthedarknesspoetry on social platforms. "S" is a collection of poems titled "Seasons" by M. E. Kuşaslan, featured on Hello Poetry.

#lightinthedarkness #faith #healing #poems #hellopoetry #quotes #poet #writing #poetry #seasons

LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS POETRY May 13

S-06

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The city's lights blur into dawn,
What if I was just gone —
Spun ceaselessly from a wheel,
No eyes are drawn.

@lightinthedarknesspoetry

Thanks for being here. Until the next verse.

For more information, explore the contents of the poetry blog and check out @lightinthedarknesspoetry on social platforms. "S" is a collection of poems titled "Seasons" by M. E. Kuşaslan, featured on Hello Poetry.

#lightinthedarkness #faith #healing #poems #hellopoetry #quotes #poet #writing #poetry #seasons

LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS POETRY May 13

S-07

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The stamina maintains, then suddenly raises the bar,
No chamber to breathe, no time left to turn back,
Nothing annihilates you faster than your mind,
Remember to carry the joy that's passed you by.

@lightinthedarknesspoetry

Thanks for being here. Until the next verse.

For more information, explore the contents of the poetry blog and check out @lightinthedarknesspoetry on social platforms. "S" is a collection of poems titled "Seasons" by M. E. Kuşaslan, featured on Hello Poetry.

#lightinthedarkness #faith #healing #poems #hellopoetry #quotes #poet #writing #poetry #seasons

LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS POETRY May 14

S-08

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After a long time,
I am finally home,
feeling whole again,
in the presence of the
Lord of the universe.

@lightinthedarknesspoetry

Thanks for being here. Until the next verse.

For more information, explore the contents of the poetry blog and check out @lightinthedarknesspoetry on social platforms. "S" is a collection of poems titled "Seasons" by M. E. Kuşaslan, featured on Hello Poetry.

#lightinthedarkness #faith #healing #poems #hellopoetry #quotes #poet #writing #poetry #seasons

Dency May 10

Of scarcity and miracles.

When the world turned it's face from mine ,she did not.
In quiet rooms where hope grew thin,she planted light.

Not with words,
bt with worn -out hands
That laboured past their breaking
To gather pieces of me
That I even had left behind.

She stood
Not loud ,but firm,
Whispering my name to God
When no one else remembered it.
She lit candles in her heart
And called that hope.

I saw her meets floors
More than her eyes met sleep
Heaven knows
What it means to be held
By a soul that bleeds but never breaks.

So when I speak of love,
Know that I mean her.
That woman who made home,
Out of scarcity,
And miracles
Out of me.

This poem is a heartfelt tribute to the strength and unwavering love of a mother.It reflects the quiet sacrifices and the deep silent prayers she offers when the world around her turns away.

#hellopoetry

Kyle Kulseth May 8

Reacher

I wanted to look to you like I was dancing
But the bugs on my bark weren't moving enough
I kept reaching skyward and praying for wind
     Never comes to a call, does it?
You could trace each fissure on my surface--why don'chya?--
     Find stories and runnels for flowing sap
Saw me off at the hip, maybe. See what jokes my rings have to tell

I'm tired of waiting for wind; I want to dance (I think?)

I wanted to look to you like I was thoughtful
So I sliced off a sheet of cyan and I robbed the sky
You called me "thief." ******' mean
     Always reaching for silver, aren't we?
Try to touch irises, press pupils. I've never been further than now
     Stories all end, so I'm told. But this one? Still going
Hacked apart, trying to show you my pieces. Chunks. Rough mince

So I stole again to pay the sky back. Ex nihilo, nihil fit
I can pour from empty, because I'm magic, baby!

I wanted to want to see you in Springtime
But we can't scrape Winter off our faces
     Sling me a flat stone that I can send spinning
Slapping across the water's surface
Did I hit the opposite bank? You could stitch together separate days
     if you only had the sinew and a proper needle
Blown apart by wind and explosive expecting. Chunks. Rough mince

I'm tired of waiting for wind. I'm tired of wanting to dance (I think?)
Not magic--well--not the kind that isn't bone and blood and skin
That's the sort of magic that doesn't exist.

#people #thoughts #isolation #yearning #surrender #tree #hellopoetry #poetry #latin #image

Yielay May 8

CUT TO DEATH

I still remember you after those years,
You took advantage of my innocent tears.
Hey! Baby, it’s been five years long,
But the pain still hits me like a song.

Why’s it so easy for you to replace?
We knew each other, shared time and space.
Then I left just a week, to hear,
You’re married now, with a child so dear.

You know it broke me into pieces small,
And now I can’t even trust at all.
Feels like I lost the last I got,
Why didn’t you tell me I was not?

Why make me special, hold me tight,
Then prove at the end I had no right?
Now I don’t know where to start,
By the way, hello — from a broken heart.

It’s six years now since that dark day,
You’re married now, and I can’t stay.
I can’t move forward, stuck in place,
Still haunted by your fading face.

Does anyone know how to heal?

#hellopoetry