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My December by Katie Lynn

My moving hand writes on and on,
No matter what I say,
I cannot bring him to erase,
That cold December day.

The day was sad and wearisome,
It chilled me to my core,
I’d known that something would go wrong,
Though I could not be sure.

I’d felt so tired and lonely, still,
My heart had ached for him,
Beneath the Christmas trim.

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Figments by Druppels

Figments
in a boiling sea.
Moments
of a coiling me.

Roots finding no soil
A mind lingers in turmoil
An endless journey
Unable to flee

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Can You Sing One Last Time? Poem by Nirranjani Sakthi

Can you sing one last time
For this weary soul?
Just to wrap her in love
Before she goes awol?

Tired of all these miseries
She seeks some solace,
Tormented with questions
She’s a hobo, now turned soul-less,

Wandering in the crowds
She searches for one single face,

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Ten Years by Damon Chambers

In the last ten years I have faced cancer and survived a stroke.
Let me be the one to tell you that your health is no joke.

In the last ten years I had a marriage end in divorce.

Keeping my family together at any cost wasn’t something I could force.

In the last ten years I found a new love more than a few times at that.
I learned once again relationships can quickly go flat.

In the last ten years I lost my mother way too early.

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Unfinished by Kiera Scanlon

When I saw you,
In the coffin,
I thought,
I didn’t know you.
It was a shell of you,
Not the real you.

Your body lays at rest now,

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Ode to a Meadowlark by Rick Puetter

Ode to a meadowlark

Ah, rising sun, kiss morning’s dew
Chill breath of night away thou chase
A sprite from trees there yonder flew
But why flies he away in haste?
As I through meadows lonely pace

Crimson orb, paint sky with red
On fields, again, new day doth break
Yet from love’s loss my heart has bled
And Sorrow, joy of life does take
As o’er these fields my way I make

And I have suffered now so long

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