Poetry On Medium

Oh to swing and not fall, to think and not decide, to be a maybe in a world of yes and no. The gray that blends the black and white, I might not be right, to fight against time, to view the world through a kaleidoscope. Choices, flow in the air, and decisions get made in a snap. A piece of code does all the work now, my purpose? — I’m too afraid to know. Swipe right or left — tough choices gets thrown away in the wind like spores in the air, consequences permanent, until the dust settles.

A Poem By Camilla June. — I cry, I yell, I scream for help, But the darkness muffles my shouts and yelps, A veil of endless black and gloom, A blanket of sadness, peril, plight and doom. But someone stands on the brink of the dark, And from them shines the strongest light, Their presence like…

A Poem a weathered piece of wood, i lay here bruised and battered, strewn across the coarse sands by the heartless sea. gnarled and unrecognizable, i bleach in the scorching sun waiting to be discovered and made whole again. As always, a huge THANK YOU for taking the time…

Out of shadows rises the warmest blue. Out of disturbance and disruption, peace. Quiet resolve. Refusal, to just be and nothing more. Go on, grow on. I still notice. I care. I can’t just not. Won’t you. Dare?

She danced a dream — In the hush of dark, she weaves a dance, Arms unfurled like wings of chance, Her feet telling tales untold, Of dreams that are brave and bold. No corner untouched by her rhythmic force, A relentless dancer, in the moon’s soft space. …

Hide precious things inside let’s not go ‘there’ … have ‘that’ conversation answer ‘those’ questions … let’s suppress not express the feelings we are so much safer if we repress Don’t You think? ⚜️⚜️⚜️ (READ THAT AGAIN FROM THE BOTTOM UP)

A poem — Never let go of what you love, keep it close at hand. For tomorrow you may find everything has changed. Looking back on what we were, and what we hoped to be. I see mistakes were made throughout those many years. We took for granted what we had, what we…

Poetry — When I will move beyond our rose, and none of me you will find and the beads of moon, rolling down the silver strings, will bring tears to your eyes and the golden strings of sun, a noose around your neck and the broken bond will tease you like ripples laughing in the pond! The void will…

A Beacon of Diversity: Fireflies and Reading in Schools — Let The Fireflies of Reading Diversity Never Go Extinct We were the glow worms, our teacher told us so, don’t you know, Not following the light of love as the song was intended, wasn’t the grade school flow, Just taught about shimmering glimmering bugs that shine, And learning about glowing poetry to be rhymed, While reading books, to put your name on a…