The World is Too Much With Us

I fell in love with Wordsworth when I first read this poem.  It truly moves me, and I think it says so much.
The World is Too Much With Us
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given [...]

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Soar

Soar
 
Balanced upon the edge
it is dizzy in the air up here
feeling free as I hover
in this place
 
Oh to escape while
everything below becomes
so miniscule and I contemplate
my existence
 
But way up here
above it all
I feel my worth stronger
then ever I do down there
among the nameless faces
 
I don’t belong [...]

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First Daughter

First Daughter
Primordial first woman
misjudged
born of bone dust
daughter of Earth
she quakes in her own
pure sensuality
restrained
and forced
to live in innocent bliss
while the folly would blindly
follow pre-destined ways
she speaks of truth
desires more than the flesh
of platitude
tasting a world beyond
her fingertips
passion quickens
her eyes are determined
insensible men mistake
for weakness
born from their own fear
they could not take the first step
it was [...]

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Soul-Sick

Soul-Sick
Too many lives
left behind
to be brought to this point
upon the trail of dust and bones;
death in the wake,
but only a death of the body,
yet what becomes of the soul
when the world makes it feel
insignificant
With so many changes
born witness,
so much pain and sorrow,
and yet when one no longer belongs
what is to be done
There must still be [...]

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Earth Daughter

Earth Daughter
 
I am held within the womb
of the Earth
dark conclave
warm at first
and then cool
 
Feeling the earthly soil
surround me
against my fingers
upon my lips
 
I taste of it freely
inhale the dusky scent
confined within this space
I begin to unsettle rocks
and dirt
 
To break the surface
and emerge
greeted by the hallow moon
slowly rising
unfurling in layers
 
Naked in [...]

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