SAM TUMBLIN
Poetry in Every Breath
Category: poetry
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Womb We Were Weave by Sam Tumblin
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A reflective poem exploring the flow of words, emotion, and the lasting connection between writer and reader.
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THE GREATEST LOVE SONG the greatest love songsometimes being alonesilence helps make one strongwho cares if they don’t or condoneit’s how you figure where you belong
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LYRICS FREED BY SAM TUMBLIN Lyrics from my head beg to be freedDraining Indigo from my vein greedHeart no longer pulsating in sync toWhat spews forth is not what I thinkIndigo posseses what once livedNow cold embalmed cranium not to giveGet the best worst fears and tearsSometimes mingled like a spearPenetrating your heart and mindCranium…
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But that’s when reality kicks back in and we do an about face No longer peering off into space Sometimes empty space we can’t erase.
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LIFE SWEET AS DEW Life is sweet as dewA positive outlook can keep anewDreams even not seen queuedSeen in hindsight forever peruse Life is sweet as dewThink differently that’s tabooPositive outlook will help subdueDoubts that spew and stew Life is sweet as dewTaste in the morning rouxWhen thoughts start and brewThink of this to eschew…
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Devious thoughts gleam Desire quenched by fire’s breath Love, your secret kept
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LEFT TO ACHIEVE BY SAM TUMBLIN What in this life is there left to achieve On life support clinging we barely breathe Every day in the world some form of fray More young dead will no longer play War and disease always takes it’s toll Both claim the most please don’t poll Greed some way…
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FIREFLY BY SAM TUMBLIN Fire fly why do you fly away After lighting my path like the day Is this your ploy to leave and go Then illuminate the night just so To emancipate a smile from me Admiring the crafter’s hand I see As with all humans and non creativity The moon and stars…
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I walk day by day dismal hour glass to pay to stop its drain I pray doesn’t really care what I say dust to the grave is always this way all beg the same but hear nay we all walk day by day same dismal hour glass to pay hoping to slow the drain we…
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