Tag: poet
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A Haiku: Potential
All that I hope forAll I’m created to beLiving potential -akw- (Part of the Watercolor & Words Series) ___ Haiku Prints available on Society6 by clicking here. ©2020 Angel K Will | Instagram • Facebook • TwitterPhoto by Victor Freitas from Pexels
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Beautifully imperfect
what is the age when we start to become aware of our imperfectionsbelieving that something is wrong because we’re different than the rest when did differences become a stigma and not a sign of uniquenesswhen did conformity become more important than originality we were created to push our limitswe were created to beat their own…
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A Haiku: Being
Live in this momentEnjoy the wonder and aweGet lost in being -akw- (Part of the Watercolor & Words Series) ___ Haiku Prints available on Society6 by clicking here. ©2020 Angel K Will | Instagram • Facebook • TwitterPhoto by Tina Nord from Pexels *This poem is included in the book — The Owl in the…
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A Haiku: Uncertainty
uncertainty heretapping at my heart, “let me in”but peace locks the door -akw- (Part of the Watercolor & Words Series) ___ Haiku Prints available on Society6 by clicking here. ©2020 Angel K Will | Instagram • Facebook • TwitterPhoto by Markus Spiske from Pexels *This poem is included in the book — The Owl in…
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The station, 1903
We walked to the station in silence.Your bags had been packed for a week.I told you I was happyyou were chasing after all you seek. But my grief was welling up inside.My strength taking its toll.I wouldn’t look your directionfor my spirit I couldn’t console. Your hand touched my back and I stiffened.A deep breath…
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Love roams free
envision a world with your third eyebetween the water and the skyanother dimension where love roams freeno bounds, no restrictions, only generosityyou can be you, and I’ll be mea world where everyone can seeall are the same, for we are all oneno longer considered a prodigal sona world where everyone can belongthis is my heart’s…
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Declaration
my spirit was drying upwithering under these concernsof an enemy that we can’t seean enemy that doesn’t seem to bethat dangerous to mesince the majorityare recovering just fine it’s been eleven days, that’stwo hundred and sixty-four hourssince NYC started going darkand i’m left craving human touch for i’m new in this city and nowisolated by…
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WP: Rock and Stone
Rock and Stone The ocean’s tide calls my nameas the waves dangerously crashagainst the crest of rock and stone. I dip my toe and displacethe brownish-green algaefrom my path. Singing my childhood lullabyunder the crystal chandelierof moon and starsglistening on the breaking water. A walrus billows in the distance.Seagulls caw overhead.Your silhouette appears on an…
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Cats and their toys
You play with my heart like a cat swats at a ball of yarn. Getting real close as if it’ll cuddle. Then, with a tail high in the air, you— the arrogant feline—strides away, sharing a Cheshire grin. And I take it. When will I learn? I hold the power. For without me, you would…
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Word train
short, visual, emotional stories. and sometimes just thoughts, fragments really; a poetic monologue. tangents running wild, one word into the next, faster and faster until smack. the words collide like a freight train. and fall into a crumpled heap. waiting for breath to come and wake them from their slumber. for words are an energy.…
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