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Still You Rise When shadows fall and doubts arise, And dreams seem lost beneath the skies. There burns a flame, though small and shy. A spark of strength that will not die. Through weary roads and heavy rain, We walk with hearts that bear the strain. But every step, though slow or steep, Is proof of courage buried deep. The night may whisper tales of fear, Yet morning’s promise draws us near. With every dawn, a brand-new chance. A song of hope, a life to dance. So lift your chin, let silence sing, The world still turns, and hearts still spring. You are the light the dark can’t steal. A soul that rises, dares to heal. The cracks you’ve earned from battles fought, Are lines where light pours through each thought. You’ve weathered storms, you’ve felt the flame. Yet still you rise, still speak your name. The mountain bowed but did not break. The spirit strong for others’ sake. And now it’s time… you’re not alone. This path you walk’s not paved in stone. Not every hero wears a crown. Some s...

  The Writing On Your Face You think you wear a mask but your face still tells a story. It shows all of your pain, all your loss, and all your glory. The lines along your forehead. The circles beneath your eyes. They express a depth of sadness, that shows your heart still cries. Around your mouth there are few laugh lines, and you often wear a frown. Your eyes confess the weight of how this life has worn you down. Each mark is earned through battles, no one else could ever see. Silent wars you’ve had to carry, with quiet bravery. Life isn’t always easy. So many lessons to be learned. But you’ve found the will to get back up, each time that you’ve been burned. You know how to keep smiling. How to soften every blow. How to hide the cost of living life, behind a lovely glow. But those who really look at you can see the truth shine through. Not weakness in your features, but a strength that carries you. For every line is proof you stayed, while others chose to flee. And every tired sha...

  Our Endless Love The way we met Is its own story. I’ll tell the tale In all its glory. Have you ever heard How two souls can collide? About a love so strong It can’t be denied? Well that doesn’t touch What we both share. A bond like ours Is truly rare. Each day I wake I wear a smile. For I get to hold her For a while. And all day long I wear this grin. As I count the hours Till we embrace again. I honestly know How lucky I am. That she chose me To be her man. It’s been nine years Three months, five hours. Since God blessed us With His celestial powers. And I remember when I first called her. And how I get to worship At her altar. Because what we have Goes beyond mere pleasure. God gave me His Most sacred treasure. I promise this I won’t take her for granted. The life we’ve built The seeds we’ve planted. And as years drift by And our hair turns gray, I’ll still thank the heavens Each and every day. And if the stars look down They’ll see us still strong. Two souls in rhythm One sac...

  The Depth of Your Strength You say you’re finally healing And it’s all because of me That you no longer play the victim And you finally feel happy And God, I am so thankful But I need for you to know That it’s YOU that made this happen For you’ve found your inner glow I watched you rise above Through every broken thought And silence every demon That you’ve ever fought You took the shattered pieces  That were left behind And turned them into something That is stronger and refined You faced the bitter truth As you broke the binding chain You poured out all of your soul And healed all of your pain And now you shine in ways So honest, pure and true A light that even night Could never now undo You did all the work When you fought against the dark It’s YOU that gets the credit You reignited your own spark I may have been the one That helped you start to see But you’re the hero in this story For  YOU  set your spirit free Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright...

  Canva AI Image My Pulse Is A Rhyme   I am a poet. My heart beats in time. To its own rhythm. My pulse is a rhyme. I won’t match your energy. But I’ll match your words. My soul is a geek. Who loves other nerds. I spit out my verses, Like I breathe in air. Let’s meet in the middle. And I’ll see you there. We’ll go back and forth. Each taking a turn. Imagine the poem’s, We’ll creatively learn! Together in poetry. We’ll let our words flow. I promise you this. It’s more fun than you know! Original Poetry Written By  Eryn Dunbar  Copyright (c) 5.20.2025

The Seductress You’re not just a writer but a seductress with ink, You put into words what our dirty minds think. Your verses undress us with flicks of your pen, Then tease us to beg you to do it again. A whimper, a rhythm, a sultry soft moan, You tempt every craving with heat in your tone. You conjure desire in sentence and rhyme, A siren of syntax, a mistress of time. With metaphors wicked and stanzas that bite, You make lust feel sacred and shadows feel right. You don’t just write stories… you summon the flame… And we read you with hunger, as we whisper your name. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.19.2025

RELEASE I feel the breeze comb through my hair. The water cleanses my despair. The sand squishes between my toes, As I watch which way the ocean flows. The birds drop low to the water’s edge. A child waves from a windows' ledge. An early morning thunderstorm. A group of girls from their college dorm. The world is waking, soft and slow, With secrets only morning knows. And in this hush, I find my place. A breath, a rhythm, a quiet grace. I pause beneath the open sky. And feel the ache that used to cry, Begin to fade with ocean air… I breathe in hope. Release despair. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.19.2025

  Divinely Touched You’ve walked through storms that few could bear, With shattered hope and whispered prayer. Each trial carved a sacred line. A mark of strength, a trace divine. The pain you’ve felt was not in vain, It etched resilience in your name. Where once you broke, you now unfold, A story inked in threads of gold. You’ve bled in silence, wept unseen, Yet rose anew from what had been. A masterpiece of flame and dust. You are, and always were, enough. The years have shaped what time can’t steal, A wiser heart that dares to feel. No longer lost, no longer small. You’ve learned to rise through every fall. The mirror shows more than a face. It shines with grace you can’t replace. A soul refined by holy fire, Still climbing higher… ever higher. And now, as life keeps pressing on, You wear the light of every dawn. More touched by Heaven each passing year. More radiant, whole, and more clear. So if you wonder who you are… You’re made of moonlight, forged from stars. Not broken… no...

My Healing Light My light is seen across the veil It burns so bright it leaves a trail My energy will pull you in Especially when the veil is thin I’ll cleanse your wounds and I’ll heal your pain Give you strength when yours starts to wane It’s my life’s purpose and my vision To help you with your indecision But helping you, helps me too A healing salve for all I’ve been through So let me in when I’m at your heart’s door Because I’m the light you’ve been looking for Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 6.21.2025

Canva AI IMage By Your Side You got some bad news. Let me hold your hand. No matter what, By your side I will stand. I want you to know, That I’m here for you. Together, we’ve got this. We’ll get you through. We’re wading through waves. In an ocean, so deep. But I’ll stay by your side. That’s the promise I’ll keep. I won’t turn my back. I won’t walk away. No matter what happens, I’ll never stray. You got some bad news. Your heart's feeling broken. So I hold you close. And no words are spoken. If I could only, Make you finally see. You’ve found a best friend. You get all of me. I’ll always be here. We’re bonded for life. No matter the problem. No matter the strife. So you got some bad news. But I’m by your side. I’ve wiped away all, The tears you have cried. I’ll do my best, To help you stay strong. I’ll work on a strategy, To fix what went wrong. But together we’ll make it. I solemnly swear. For we’re stronger together. In this love that we share. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Du...

Canva AI Image Waterfalls You see a blank canvas. While I see bare walls. Where I see leaky faucets. You see waterfalls. You hear a dad joke. And laugh throughout the day. Where I just roll my eyes. Shake my head and walk away. They say opposites attract. You’re the Yin and I’m the Yang. I just can’t get enough. I circle back. A boomerang. Through your eyes I see the world. In such a different light. It’s like my eyes were closed. And you gave me back my sight. I can’t imagine life. Without you by my side. You’ve wiped away my pain. And all the tears I’ve cried. As far as I’m concerned. We’ll always be together. So there’s something I must ask. Will you marry me forever? Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 6.18.2025

Anxiety’s Grip As anxiety's heavy fog descends, A weight that presses, never ends. It builds and swirls, a churning sea, Until the storm breaks, and I'm lost in me. The calm before, a fragile peace, A whispered promise, "It won't release." But tension coils, a tightening spring, The anticipation, a heart that clings. The world outside recedes from view, As inner turmoil takes its cue. The thoughts that swirl, a maddening pace, A discordant hum, in a troubled place. In this chaos, I search for a shore, A place to anchor, and be still once more. But like a ship in a tempest-tossed night, I'm driven by waves, without a guiding light. The attack arrives, a crushing weight, A suffocating grip, a desperate fate. The breath that falters, the heart that races, A mind that's lost, in frantic, fearful places. But slowly, gradually, the storm subsides, The waves recede, and I step outside. The weight lifts, and I breathe once more, A fragile calm, on shaky ground I s...