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Rosy pink crib with velveteen bunny
Whimsical, silver antique music box
Soft, hand-knit blanket with dreaming, purple kittens
Polished wood rocking chair to lull you to sleep
I need to tell you something
that I hope you'll understand
It's hard for me to say these words
but, please, don't take my hand
in Dying Poems
A patch of light shimmers from afar
Beckoning me towards blissful relief
Ethereal, inviting voices quicken my pace
Sweet scent of honeysuckle grows stronger with each stride
Images
branded into my memory,
hot with pain and guilt and hurt.
When I was little, about 1 or 2, the worst thing in the world happened to me. My mother was low on money for drugs and she wasn't bringing in enough men to feed me and have drugs, so she did...
I whisper in her ear
Every second of the day
When the sun warms up the horizon with its rosy glow
When rain pelts the ground, turning it to muddy chaos
This was such a sweet poem and read very smoothly. Looking forward to reading more from you!
I love the message of your poem. So many girls struggle with body image, and it is important for them to overcome these insecurities with the support of others. It is great that you promote the beauty and uniqueness of each individual.
Wonderful details and descriptions in your poem. I'm looking forward to reading more from you!
Great descriptors that paint a picture for the reader. Looking forward to read more from you!
Beautiful descriptions of the winter season. Great job!