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poem | choir of voices
come spring the warm wind brings not one falling blossom but masses on the run.a melody and weak strum was where we begunnow watch as it blooms into tales and love.a choir of voices singswhere before there was only a faint… Continue reading
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poem | stop.
Happy pride month!! Remember that it takes nothing, and costs you nothing to be kind. :) Continue reading
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poem | love letter
if I wrote you a love letterwould you read it once throughhearing me read itsounding just like I do?would you fold it up smalland put it in a boxwith other prized possessionslabelled “things I thought I dreamed up?”would you leave… Continue reading
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poem | rock bottom
there’s a place you feel you gowhen it feels like you have failed,when everything stacks against youand nothing has prevailed.it’s said to be the lowest that anyone can gobut maybe the lowest pointis the place in which you grow.there are… Continue reading
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poem | destination
the right roadis never easybut let me tell you this,a crumbling pathis easier to walkthan one that doesn’texist.© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer Continue reading
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poem | madness
There is so much adventure waiting for us, and I cannot wait to go find it. Let me know if there is something specific you want me to write a poem about! The picture was taken by me in Australia. Continue reading
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poem | heavy
how can silence be so loudwhen we learned it was quiet,not meant to make a soundor cause any riots.how can silence be so deafeningor a crushing pressure on my chest,like the weight of the worldwas a custom made vest.© Ella… Continue reading
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poem | my tears are not comparative
you said you’ve been through worselike my struggle wasn’t realas if the broken layers of my heartcould never fully heal.but when I cry at night to songs that promise hopeI can surely tell you this,you’re journey may be different to… Continue reading
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poem | absence of light
I think to myselfas I close my eyesagainst the ageing night:there is never any gain of darknessjust an absence of light© Ella Levick apoeticdaydreamer.comInstagram/Pinterest: @apoeticdaydreamer Continue reading
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poem | we stand
there’s no eloquent way to say “murder,”you don’t need to surround it by verbs and nouns, coddle it with peacekeeping adjectives, or crush its power into the ground.the harshness of its tonebrings meaning to the sound, and forces life back… Continue reading
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