National Poetry Month: Poem 23

Poem 23

On Leaving the Beach

By Michelle Garren Flye

Beds are made, towels and sheets washed.

One more walk.

One more chance for sandy feet.

Watch the waves lap the shore,

Foam curls around toes.

Then home to unpack the clothes.

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National Poetry Month: Poem 22

Poem 22

Earth Day

By Michelle Garren Flye

Environmental

Awareness. Please face

Reality about our

Terra firma

Haven.

Don’t destroy it.

Always guard

Your home.

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National Poetry Month: Poem 21

Poem 21

Living in Eden

By Michelle Garren Flye

What if

God didn’t cast Adam and Eve

Out of the garden of Eden?

What if

He just stretched it

To make room for their family?

What if

The beach you walk on,

The sunsets you watch,

The flowers that bloom,

The oceans we sail,

The mountains we admire…

What if

This is what is left of the garden?

What if

You already live in Eden?

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National Poetry Month: Poem 20

Poem 20

Human Rights

By Michelle Garren Flye

Defend their rights

As if they were your own,

Because they are.

Stand up for their beliefs

As if you believed the same,

Because you do.

Embrace the people they love

As if you lived with them

Because their love is your life.

They are not they when you

Remember how close they are

To your human heart.

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National Poetry Month: Poem 19

Poem 19

Pent Up

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

Like a freight train

Running inside my chest.

Like rain falling into my eyeballs.

Gritted teeth and short of breath,

I struggle to recall

The calm

Of the sea.

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National Poetry Month: Poem 18

Poem 18

Smile

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

A smile

Is a small thing.

Nothing really.

Not important.

Doesn’t cost.

But what it’s worth!

Oh, everything.

For someone,

Your smile

Lights up the day.

For someone,

Your smile

Means the world.

Just a smile.

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National Poetry Month: Poem 17

Poem 17

Old Photos

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

Looking through old photographs

Can take a melancholy turn.

Where did the days of your youth go?

The years fly by, sometimes so fast

They leave my edges old and worn.

I wish I could hit the brakes to slow

The speed of the days as they pass.

To grab one more minute, to earn

Another moment in that ethereal glow.

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