Acceptance Poems
The Absence of Absence
by Aditi Hayaran
I'm in a tragedy,
I can't explain.
In a peculiar state of mind
About what I'm not certain.
Analyzing precisely everything
is not smart—it's dumb.
What am I feeling?
Ardent lady now emotionally numb?
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Silent Killer Whale
by Kara PrinceTwenty hours it took me to read Moby Dick. That marks twenty years of a life lived for others. Twenty years in pursuit of another's happiness. Twenty years to feel like I could walk into a room that, for many reasons, wouldn't accept me. Twenty hours to realize my own white whale, and now I can’t even tell anyone without sounding like a pretentious dick.
Continue readingThe Best Moment
by Somali Mukherjee
The moment we do
Perceive that we’re imperfect,
We try to succeed.
Blues and Greens
by C Duggan
The sun falls,
And night begins,
Blue irises enthrall,
The eyes of my kin.
I never shared that ocean,
I was always miles behind,
always reachin',
never could unwind.
My eyes of grass,
On a summer's day,
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The Rawness of Denial- 1620-2025
by Jim Kelly
I speak to those in denial, whether by innocence or intention.
Denial is like an open, raw infection from a 1620s human cargo sailing ship.
The rawness of Americans’ skin was never treated, and the wound never healed.
Our collective and institutional ancestry suffers from this denial.
An untreated wound poisons all of our veins.*
Acceptance
Acknowledgment
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The Absence of Absence
by Aditi Hayaran
I'm in a tragedy,
I can't explain.
In a peculiar state of mind
About what I'm not certain.
Analyzing precisely everything
is not smart—it's dumb.
What am I feeling?
Ardent lady now emotionally numb?
......
A Couch Conversation
by Eleni Dounis
i saw god when i was nine
he sat on the couch with me
i stood up out of respect and so did he
he is better than us all
and yet he won’t let us feel it
i asked him why he loved me
he said he couldn’t help it
i saw god again when i was twelve
he pushed me on the swings
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Silent Killer Whale
by Kara PrinceTwenty hours it took me to read Moby Dick. That marks twenty years of a life lived for others. Twenty years in pursuit of another's happiness. Twenty years to feel like I could walk into a room that, for many reasons, wouldn't accept me. Twenty hours to realize my own white whale, and now I can’t even tell anyone without sounding like a pretentious dick.
Continue readingTrockne keine Tränen
by Mario Odekerken
Lass sie fallen,
als ob die Erde
sie braucht,
um zu atmen.
Jeder Tropfen
trägt hinweg,
was du nicht
in deinen Händen halten kannst.
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Don't dry your tears
by Mario Odekerken
Don't dry your tears,
let them fall,
as if the earth
needs them
to breathe.
Each drop
carries away
what you cannot
hold in your hands.
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