Foster Poems - Poems about Foster

Rest and celebrate Protecting my mental health Decorative lights ...

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My eyes are yours From the depths of the sea To it jagged rocky or sandy shores. My cup is open ready to be poured into Both me and you. Lets fill each other and feel Renewed. For you have my full support in all that you Chaise to pursue. My eyes are yours when you lose you vision And you are unclear about...

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When I tell my story, the past unwinds. Poet me Poetry That’s the treasure that you find. A narrative woven from threads of joy and tears, As words flow forth like a river's stream I relive each moment, relive each dream The highs and lows, the twists and turns A story of growth, of lessons learned When...

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Disconnected In a world woven with wires, I stand still, a stranger in the hum of voices, the glow of screens reflecting a pale loneliness against my skin. Friendships flicker like dying flames, texts sent into the void, echoes of laughter lost in the thrum of busy signals, each notification a reminder, of the spaces that grow deeper, instead of filling with warmth. How fragile the bridge of...

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Words dance across the canvas of my mind, Brushstrokes of meaning, colors of sound. In poetry's rhythm, art is defined Where image and language are forever bound. The painter speaks in textures, light, and shade, The poet paints with metaphor and rhyme. Both cast their visions that will never fade, Standing defiant against the rush of time. A sonnet blooms like petals on...

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A nobody but I'm somebody in the vast cosmic dance, Just one small spark, yet burning with resilient light. I walk unseen through crowded streets, a passing glance, A whispered name forgotten with the fading night. Yet in my quiet moments, worlds expand within, My thoughts create universes none have ever known. The smallest acts of kindness—where legends begin, From tender seeds...

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In the spaces between heartbeats, Where time stretches thin as spring leaves of poet-trees blowing in the breeze, I catch glimpses of you living In a universe adjacent to mine. There, the sky burns violet at dawn, And trees grow downward, reaching For a core of molten starlight While gravity plays different songs. You drink tea made from moonflowers, Write letters with crystallized rain, And speak...

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Liberty on a pedestal but her chains are hidden We built our walls of fear, not stone, And called them safety, called them home. While liberty stood watching, mute, As we forged golden shackles to Protect ourselves from phantom threats. The eagle with clipped wings still soars In memory and faded song, But cannot reach the heights once known When boundless skies invited flight. We...

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Written: February 28, 2024, for Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France *************** Encourage achievement and appreciate improvement...

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I let my pen guide me, as I pour out my soul In this poem, I find solace, to be a form of art. It's a way to make sense of this crazy world To find meaning in the chaos, to be unfurled In the rhythm and flow of each verse I find peace, a sense of purpose So here I...

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Elements of Poetry(Written Word) Through the written word, we transcend our bounds, And touch the hearts and minds of those around, We leave our mark, our legacy to share, And in the silence, our words remain there. The writer's craft, a magic spell to weave, A fabric rich, with threads of thought to retrieve, The words, like...

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In the spaces between heartbeats, Where time stretches thin as gossamer, I catch glimpses of you living In a universe adjacent to mine. There, the sky burns violet at dawn, And trees grow downward, reaching For a core of molten starlight While gravity plays different songs. You drink tea made from moon flowers, Write letters with crystallized rain, And speak in colors I can only...

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As the sun rises high in the sky we rise out of bed once we open our eyes. I woke up feeling inspired, I pursue all I desire. I am worthy of a fulfilling life I deserve success I am filled with a sense of mission and purpose. I face uncertainty with calmness and bravery. I love my own uniqueness. I...

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From my childhood to adulthood my Spirit always wrestled with navigating the Tumultuous torrent of others thoughts and opinions seeking to discover and Hear my own voice. I pen my journey, my spirit, my home. A masterpiece crafted in passion and strife, In each fading chapter, my life is a poem. Each day a stanza, each moment a line, Ink of my...

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I gather my fragments like stars in the night, Each shard holds a memory, dimmed but still bright. Some pieces I cherish, some I let go— The weight of their presence is no longer in tow. With patience and purpose, I forge something new, Not quite what I was, but steadfast and true. Each crack tells a story of falling and...

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