Emjaypoetry

Poetry is the silent part of my mind Poetry is the loudest part of my mind

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Emjaypoetry

Poetry is the silent part of my mind Poetry is the loudest part of my mind

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In The Shadows Of Justice: A👮‍♀️confession

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In the shadows of the night, a heart weighed down by a heavy burden, a soul torn by the choices made in the name of justice. The badge that once gleamed with honor now feels tarnished, stained by the echoes of a decision that haunts the depths of my being.

As I stand at the crossroads of right and wrong, the lines blur into a murky haze of doubt and regret. The evidence I planted, a seed of decep...

Poetry

Crime

End Of Time

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In the moonlit night, our love takes flight,

Two hearts entwined, in the soft starlight,

Whispers of passion, in the gentle breeze,

Our souls united, with effortless ease.

Oh, my love, you're the melody of my heart,

In your embrace, I've found my true art,

Together we dance, in a sweet serenade,

Forever and always, in love's embrace.

Your eyes, like diamonds, shining bright,

Reflecting the love ...

Poetry

Romance

Resilience

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In the heart's deep chambers, a storm does brew,

Emotions clash and lightning strikes anew,

A tempest of feelings, wild and true,

Raging within, in shades of every hue.

Raindrops fall like tears from the sky,

Washing away the pain, the sorrow, the why,

Thunder roars, echoing up high,

Revealing the depths of my soul's inner cry.

Winds howl, tearing through my resolve,

As I navigate this tempest, ...

Poetry

Mystery

Temporary Highs

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1 min read

Temporary highs, like beautiful riptides,

Strong, unpredictable ocean waves collide.

Temporary highs, feeling a rise.

Temporary highs, wearing a disguise.

Temporary highs, please don’t go so soon, stay a while with me, let’s look at the moon.

Temporary highs, until we meet again, I’ll miss you greatly but why not stay until ten?

-Emjaypoetry...

Poetry

Withered Rose

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Pick me, my petals can be pedals to your heart.

Pick me, my thorns can see you out the dark.

Pick me, my stem is long, it will help you stay strong.

Pick me, my radiance will make you glance.

Pick me, my leaves will breeze with ease.

Pick me, don’t pick me for we are all more similar than what is first familiar. Though we each have our own grow, most of us sure to be pecked by crows. Still just a...

Poetry