Danielle Martens Poems

Bonds, like chains,
are not easily formed.
They must snake
themselves around
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The soother of the soul.
A combination of notes,
arranged with a touch of
beauty. Gifted are
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Don’t judge a book
by its cover.
Beauty is in the eyes
of the beholder.
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A field of green,
split four ways
by a crossroad.
One leads to the future.
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Made of thin paper
for little girls.

Elegant.
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Random happenings
that spice up the day
and stick with us.
They make us laugh,
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Words laced with tears
crush the wall of hate
I built to separate
myself from you.
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The Alpha.
Birth. Life.
The Omega.
Death. Decay.
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A thief, cursed to live
forever, is born again
and again
until she can no longer
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The little things that
make a heart melt.

Or the things to look back
...