Tag: My Poetry
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Restoration
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On a cold morning As the ice melts I’m reminded in the quiet Of the beauty that exists Unseen. Pulsing in the soil and In the trees bare. Unseen for now, restoration Is coming. EM Morgan
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he is like music – a poem
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he is like musicit rises and falls,this song.the rhythm moves mecarrying me past reason,this song. – E.M. Morgan Missing you tonight.
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My Name on Your Lips
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My name on your lips I want to taste my name on your lips, to kiss you, as you whisper it. It’s my favorite thing – to hear you say it – as if it’s new somehow. My heart is new somehow. There are moments when I see your vulnerability…
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Heavy – A Poem from the Loneliness
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Heavy The ache settles inAs the days grow darkerAnd colder. The sicknessHangs heavy around my neck.I manage alone, the ache deeper still.How long must I face this alone?– E.M. Morgan
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He’ll Go On as if I Never Was*
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The story is the sameDifferent characters, Different namesIt’s always the same*Reality sets inI’m reminded thatThis will never go my way.It never does.~ E.M. Morgan