Morgan Copeland

Morgan Copeland Poems

You could have had anyone
You could have had any girl
But you wanted me
The way you looked at me,
...

The clock is ticking
One hand moving faster than the others
The feet pound the pavement
The force of each step send tremors through her body
...

The touch of a lover’s hand
The kiss of a lover’s lips
The movement of his hips
I won’t forget
...

She finds that we shatter into pieces
large enough to break one more time
So there is no reason, no rhyme, to the way
That we decay, at least twice a day
...

She begs
"Heal me
What do I do?
When "God is enough"
...

A quality of beauty and intensity of emotion.
An apology often looks like this.
Like the kiss on the face of an insult
In an attempt to make it feel beautiful
...

He claimed once
Just once,
To exist for her.
A whisper of a wisp of smoke on his lips
...

Morgan Copeland Biography

Born April 16th,1999 in Brooklyn New York, Morgan has always been inspired by works of art, be it music, actual paintings, or poetry. Following in her older sister's footsteps, she began writing poetry at the age of thirteen, and she simply never stopped. It became a way for her to not only express herself but to quiet the noise in her head. She used poetry to get through the toughest times in her life. Her grandmother's death, the ending of both her first and second relationships and her discovery that she was bisexual. And she believes without a doubt that she will continue to use poetry as support throughout her life. She has seven siblings, loves dogs and aspires to be both a published author/poet and be a middle school writing teacher.)

The Best Poem Of Morgan Copeland

Why Me

You could have had anyone
You could have had any girl
But you wanted me
The way you looked at me,
As though I was the only light to be seen
As though I was the only melody to reach your ears
You looked at me with love.
But to me,
The reason is unclear

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Morgan Copeland Quotes

I've found that we believe our minds to be as fragile, as breakable as our bodies were made to be. We do ourselves a disservice to place physical restrictions on the dexterity of our consciousness.

Hearts are muscles, and the more they break, the better they learn how to bend. So let them shatter, and revel in how resilient the pieces have become.

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