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Unpolished Ink Dec 2020
Anew
is not to wipe the embarrassing stains of the past
anew is to take them with you
wave them like a flag
wear them as a reminder of your former self
a new beginning
is often wrapped in the rags of an old ending
George Krokos Dec 2020
(A Reality Check)

Who are you?
Who am I?
How could we
know and why?

Each day comes
and then goes
but it seems
no one knows.

If you knew
you would tell
who you are
and do well.

When you know
who you are
you will shine
like a star.

And the world
that you see
everywhere
has the key.

In your mind
with closed eyes
if you see
you'll be wise.

When your thoughts
are all still
then that time
you'll fulfil.

Keep away
from those who
only know
what's not true.

Pray for help
as you live
and have faith
that He'll give.

Be aware
words you speak
that with no
malice reek.

Also watch
what you eat
and consume
no old meat.

Any drink
that you crave
should be pure
for thirst wave.

Breathe clean air
where you stay
and sunshine
get each day.

Exercise
your body
and keep it
all tidy.

Then the love
in your heart
that you'll feel
plays its part.

And the light
that you'll see
there within
sets you free.

Know yourself
and take care
on that path
getting there.

Humbly bow
to the One
who will show
you the Sun.

For that time
out of grace
due to come
you must face.

On the path
you will learn
who you are
and discern.

And the Truth
you will know
'ere that time
when you go.
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Written in Oct 2020 and extended to its current length as the inspiration came.
Jana B Dec 2020
It amazes me
that my grief for another
has been stronger
than that for my husband.

How can that be?
A fleeting love meaning more
than a marriage,
than a life together.

I realise that I already
grieved desperately, alone,
lost, confused
within the marriage.
when you realise,
that you can get out..
of any bad situation,
that you hold your world in your hands

you instantly become capable of anything
i'm proud of the strength i hold now, i wouldn't be holding it if not for the hard times
ju Oct 2020
My words can’t dance, unless the music’s slow and the mood takes them. Really that’s just kissing to a tune, creating a beat with heat and acceptance. My words can’t walk in heels. They can’t be still or follow rules. They strip then they swear when they slip at the end of a line, or trip face-first into a cliche. My words pile up. A heap of need. Never a poem.
Orakhal Oct 2020
once you've thought about it

catch it in the feeling below the kneck
before it reaches into your minds eye
your mood is the magnet to all thought realised
Charlotte Ahern Sep 2020
as i sat in the decadence

of that New York moment

i knew i was in trouble

for the depth of my love

was darker than the red i sipped
realisation can be a hard pill to swallow at times
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