poetry by Zerayn D.
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Symbolism in September
Asters, Morning Glories & Love As September is waving goodbye, I thought of posting something relevant to the birth flowers of the month: aster and morning glory. They are symbols of powerful love and affection. Here’s a poem of dedication.… Continue reading
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Echoes of Strength: The Tribe’s Fight for Change
Within the tribe, the heart speaks truth,Their deep longings yearn for a vision of proof.Their hearts, like drums, beat with zeal,Pictures of victory, the truth they reveal.In the distance, they see a dream,Of peace and harmony, as bright as a… Continue reading
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Unheard Melodies is a tragedy in nature
What are leaves, dancing with the wind?What are waters, cascading from heights?What are birds, chanting their songs in flight?What are blossoms, rocking in the breeze?What are tides, ebbing and flowing with ease?Why are the denial of revelations nature’s grandeurs?they will… Continue reading
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⚫️Black Butterfly⚫️
tiny and dark, a speck unseen,a small, mysterious spot so cleanan egg it was, yet hard to spot,a bother it was not, minute as a dot,it seemed a tiny plotwill it grow a lot? when I turned my back,in but… Continue reading
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Generational Healing: Breaking the Cycle of Pain and Anger with love
I wish I had known earlier that a child should not suffer from the brokenness of their parents. Intergenerational trauma, where the hardships experienced by previous generations are transferred to their offspring, is a saddening reality that has far-reaching effects… Continue reading
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Food Parade to Health
In the beginning of time, I loved sweet delights,and frozen treats for my sightdancing gummies in my mouthcolorful array of liquids I’ll sip,a carbonated parade in my griptotally bottomless, a sugar trip But time has spokenSuch elements compromise my health… Continue reading
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Release: Climbing Above the Past
time has flee,ruins are all I can see,reminders of anguish and tearsthe memory no longer steersthe past has been put to bedin all certainly buried my feet on the ground,renavigating this land,a bush once lush, now withering,roses of the past,… Continue reading
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Raindrops, Green Leaves, and Sparkling Crystals
Heard, the rain came,Sounds of pitter-patter frameNot on the roof, but on the trees.The leaves danced and swayed at ease Raindrops tickling their every side,drizzling their waxy surface besideDroplets settled, but slid awaySome shining crystals left to stay,Mirroring the garden’s… Continue reading
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