Tag: Poet
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Bruises
Be easy on yourself, they’ll say things that’ll bruise the soft tissue of your soul, yet, it’s your reaction that counts the most. – Linda J Wolff
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𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗
𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒’𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 … -𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝙹 𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚏𝚏
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Fate
𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠. – 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝙹 𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚏𝚏
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Bluesy
She’s a bluesy sky, With such depth and soul Passion burns in her veins While poetry flows Through her fingertips. bluesy | Linda J Wolff
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Genuineness
…the thing is, we can’t control what others think of, we can control how we perceive the people we’re involved with, if they are driven by actions and sincerity. Then there the probability of trueness from their soul.
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The Little Boy in Him | Story
Yesterday, he came to me as the five-year-old little boy in a sixty-year-old man’s body, insecure, and lonely. He didn’t know how to speak the words of what his soul wanted. He only knew how to be the child who threw a temper tantrum, and used cruel words when he didn’t get the one thing […]
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Time Passage | Poem
When the sun sets behind the horizon, why is it we forget that we are allowed to disappear for awhile and fade behind broken shadows. time passage | Linda J Wolff
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Real | Micro-Poetry
When we allow the genuineness of ourselves to reside outside of our soul. Only then are we real. Real | Micro-Poetry | Linda J Wolff
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Childlike Victims | Poem
They say poetry should be about things you don’t want know one to know. So here I go. When I was fourteen, I had to hide. A walk to the store. I didn’t know you had to wear fear like clothing. Drape yourself in a long dark trench coat of shadows And know that the […]
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Floating | Poem
Many colorful balloons in the sky of a new dawn, And my thoughts drift being swept away in the mainstream of influence. Disabled and euphoric. Celebrating. The subliminal reality. Floating | Linda J Wolff
