Poems, page 2

Registration photo of Andrea Lawler for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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The Quiet Becoming

I leaned gently into the shape

of the woman I thought I should be—

Steady.

Loyal.

Kind.

Hardworking.

And quiet.

 

I gave all of myself

to the roles I was handed—

woman,

mother,

worker,

caretaker of everyone’s peace but my own.

 

I stayed

when I should have run.

Loved

when I was left empty.

Offered grace

when I was met with silence.

I believed that mercy would be enough

to earn gentleness in return.

 

And somewhere along the way,

I began to disappear—

a soft unraveling,

thread by thread.

 

Still, I hoped.

That someone might love me

the way I’ve always loved others—

with tenderness, with depth,

with no fear of the messy parts.

 

I long to be seen

not just for what I give,

but for all that I am—

the flawed, the beautiful,

the tired and the still-dreaming.

 

I want a life beyond the list.

Beyond the tasks and the timing.

I want joy that lingers,

and love that chooses me

without conditions.

 

I want to be told

that it’s okay to follow what stirs my soul,

even if it leads me away

from the well-worn path.

That choosing happiness

is not failure,

but faith.

 

I want the safety I’ve given freely,

the honesty I’ve spoken into silence,

to return to me

in soft echoes.

 

To be held without fixing.

To be chosen without question.

To grow beside someone

who sees me as I am—

not too much,

never too little.

 

I’ve glimpsed this life—

the one where I belong

to no one’s expectations

but my own.

 

And I am learning

that I do not have to break myself

to be worthy of peace.


Registration photo of Alissa Sammarco for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Cowgirl’s secret

The jagged feel of whiskey
Brings peace
After the long ride home.


Registration photo of Cara Blair for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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June Nights

A suffocating
Heat that makes the thought of sleep
Near impossible


Registration photo of Beatrice Underwood-Sweet for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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How Many Ways Can You Say It’s The End?

It’s over.
Pack your bags.
That’s a wrap.
Goodbye.
From dust to dust.
It’s in the bag.
That’s it.
The final countdown.
Cut!
Submit.


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Poem

June

after Hailey Small

brings martinelli’s to book club, takes two naps on sunday, stocks up on sunscreen. She’s strawberries drizzled in honey and sprinkled with lavender and a little bit of flake salt. June wears malachite 

and tells you she’s shedding, nothing to do with her uterine lining and everything to do with her boss and her boyfriend and her boundaries. June gets voice notes from her lover and saves them like her favorite song.

June gets called a bitch at work. She doesn’t close the blinds when she kisses, she’s not shy. June walks to work with an umbrella or a steel cup or a brick. You could call her crazy but can you blame her?

June is my ex-lover in the mountains, who can’t say she loves me without a mushroom or two, I’m glad she’s here but I know she’s leaving me, she’s beautiful, but fuck, I don’t want to be cold again.

 


Registration photo of Lori Taylor for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Humanity Restored in a Single Moment

The sweet toothy smile connecting
pink chunky monkey cheeks
and agog blue eyes connecting
with me on FaceTime was the exact
elixir needed to spring this cantankerous 
granny from her grumpy throne
She answered the blind call and instantly
linked eyes and hearts with her sugar booger grandson
Momentary division united by undivided attention


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Poem

String Theory

As many as
eleven
  dimensions
  explain
         the  physics
        of the cosmos
   and the
       quantum. 
  They abide
       in tiny twists,
  folded 
between
         the quarks.
  Planetary
  dances
         connect
     the paths
                    of  our atoms. 
     They say
         the math
        bears it out.
       All vibrational
   states are
       notes in
               the song, but
  my strong
                      nuclear force
                         hasn’t pulled
                 you back
to me.

Registration photo of Adyson Reisz for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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Poem

Decline

In the downward spiral
you miss the ascent up the ledge
but you have to fall
hit the ground hard
break a few bones
before you can get back up
and climb again.

As I fall,
bracing for impact
I wish I could go back
to the moment before I lept
but there was nowhere to go but down
so I smack the ground
and feel the crack in my ribs,


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The Thought of You

I mourn you everytime I lay down to go to sleep

The heat that you’d transfer through your shirtless skin

The softness of the hairs that live on your arm

The way your collarbone would show just a little too much

The way you’d laugh with nothing but your smile

The way your fingers felt wrapped around my waist

Like time didn’t have a hold on me

And the world stopped spinning just so we could sleep

 

You’re tattooed on my heart

You’re in every song that I listen to

There’s a character like you in every book

An actor in every movie

Every memory that floats into my brain

Your scent lingers in every place I visit

I teach others the exact way you taught me

The ghost of you is in everything I do

I don’t know how to escape you,

How to escape the thought of you


Registration photo of Amanda Jatta for the LexPoMo 2025 Writing Challenge.
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He says he likes fishing

and painting the ocean,
and I wonder if  
truly ordinary people
exist,
or are those just the ones
you haven’t looked at 
close enough
to see.