Poems by Lauren Bowman

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When You Cross My Mind
- Published: May 2021
in Moving On Poems

When you cross my mind,
my stomach no longer crisscrosses itself.

When that song comes on,

When you cross my mind,
my stomach no longer crisscrosses itself.

When that song comes on,
my heart no longer beats to its rhythm.

When I walk down our street,
my hands no longer feel empty without yours in them.

But you’re always on my mind,
and I play that song on repeat,
and my feet always seem to take me straight
to that street.

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You're Not Alone In This
- Published: February 2021
in Poems about Life Struggles

You’re not alone in this; you know that, right?
There are others like you.
Hiding. Running. Wishing
for a desire they keep hidden

You’re not alone in this; you know that, right?
There are others like you.
Hiding. Running. Wishing
for a desire they keep hidden
(but terrified of it coming true)
Swaying. Hoping. Begging
for change.
(but terrified of something new)
Hesitant but leaping.
Whole but looking for what they’ve lost.
Wanting the world to see them
but unsure of who they are.

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When You Left
- Published: February 2021
in Moving On Poems

I thought it was your light
that kept me,
that guided me,
but when you left and the darkness came,

I thought it was your light
that kept me,
that guided me,
but when you left and the darkness came,
I found it was not you
who glowed;

It was me.

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Just Tell Me You Don't Love Me
- Published: December 2020
in Confused about Love Poems

Just tell me you don’t love me;
I can live with that.
I can acknowledge an ending when I see a period
firmly in place,

Just tell me you don’t love me;
I can live with that.
I can acknowledge an ending when I see a period
firmly in place,
but you won’t do that, will you?
No, you’ll let me down easy.
You’ll hold my hand, and look into my eyes,
and use one of those continuing lines,
I want you, but…

Don’t you know that but stands like a door
without a handle?
But looks like fresh cut flowers we pretend
aren’t already dying.
But feels like the false hope you hand me before
you walk away.

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It's About The Journey
- Published: February 2021
in Meaningful Poems

How about sad but hopeful.
Lonely but looking inward.
Resting but planning your next step.

How about sad but hopeful.
Lonely but looking inward.
Resting but planning your next step.

How about fumbling but trying.
Anxious but learning patience.
Questioning but at peace with not having
an answer yet.

How about unsure but trusting.
Scared but overcoming.
Lost but knowing it’s about the journey
in the end.

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Let Them Miss You
- Published: September 2021
in Moving On Poems

Let them miss you.
Let them wonder what wild joy you’re chasing,
why you didn’t think to invite them along.
Let them hear your laughter from afar,

Let them miss you.
Let them wonder what wild joy you’re chasing,
why you didn’t think to invite them along.
Let them hear your laughter from afar,
watch as it pulls the sun from the sky,
marvel at how easily you become that light.
Let them yearn to be your moon,
long for a chance to reflect the warmth you provide,
admire how you can be so vibrant and alive
without them beside you.

Let them miss you.
Let yourself learn how okay you are
on your own.

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Life Isn't Black And White
- Published: February 2021
in Short Poems

You can be unhappy and still be in love.
You can be in love and still walk away.
You can walk away and still feel the weight of loss.
You can feel the weight of loss and still stand tall.

You can be unhappy and still be in love.
You can be in love and still walk away.
You can walk away and still feel the weight of loss.
You can feel the weight of loss and still stand tall.
You can stand tall and still be grieving.
You can be grieving and still find joy.
You can find joy and still miss what you had.
You can miss what you had and still long
for more.

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Even When; Especially When
- Published: May 2021
in Inspirational Poems

Even when you feel like a million scattered pieces,
you are still whole.
Even when you’re unsure of the path you’re walking,
you still have purpose.

Even when you feel like a million scattered pieces,
you are still whole.
Even when you’re unsure of the path you’re walking,
you still have purpose.
Even when your lover leaves you empty and begging,
you are still loved.
Even when you’ve tried and tried and failed and failed,
you are still worthy.
Even when;
especially when.

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Give Me That Peace
- Published: September 2021
in Meaningful Poems

I don’t need to be the sun;
the center of it all.
Always present.
Always burning.

I don’t need to be the sun;
the center of it all.
Always present.
Always burning.

I mean, have you seen
how beautifully the fireflies dance
on warm summer nights?

Give me that peace.
That light.
That choice.
The ability to surround myself in darkness,
or to subtly, yet brilliantly
glow.
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Seeing Ourselves Clearly
- Published: November 2020
in Short Poems

It’s difficult to take in the entirety of something
when you are standing inside of it.
Valleys are best seen from peaks.
Mountains from their bases.

It’s difficult to take in the entirety of something
when you are standing inside of it.
Valleys are best seen from peaks.
Mountains from their bases.
The ocean from the shore.
Perhaps this is why we rely on other’s eyes
to see ourselves clearly.
Perhaps this is why we struggle to wholly view
who we are.
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