Emilie Turner Author
First, name what’s happening, keep it plain.Not danger, not loss, you're not going insane.Just say: my body’s alarm is very loud,a storm in my chest, a nervous cloud. Sit where your feet can feel the floor.Let gravity help you just a little more.Tile or carpet, ground or mat,the world will hold you where you’re at.… Continue reading How To Manage a Panic Attack: A Poem
PUBLIC NOTICE // SHIPWIDE ANNOUNCEMENT Attention all passengers!This vessel has cometo the end of its path.Not a failure.Not an error.An arrival There is no return trajectory.There never was. A reminder:Waking may hurt.You may feel losttight in the chest,with quiet certaintythat something has gone missing.This is expected.It will not pass. Please note:Earth is no longer available.It… Continue reading Final Notice: A Poem Written As A Public Service Announcement
The fire doesn’t roarit hums,a soft, slow songof endings dissolvingand new beginnings. It curls around the bonesof everything we thought we were,a kiss of heat,a tender goodbye. It burns,it hurts,but it's never cruel.It is the knowingthat nothing is lostwhen the moment comesto shed our skin. In the flames,the shadows we carriedmelt away,turning to ash,soft as… Continue reading Like A Phoenix: A Poem
I am planted.Not in soil alone,but in the laughter of my children,their small hands curling around mine,their questions tumbling, never ceasing. My husband stands beside me,a tree of quiet strength,a steady heartbeat.He calms my restless limbs.They are my roots, my anchor,the earth that grounds me. My roots are in the kitchen,kneading bread,sharing stories,in the warm,… Continue reading I Am Planted: A Poem
It waits in the darkness of my eyes,A restless shadow burning just out of reach.My choices haunt me in their cruel reprise. The past returns with cruel sighs,It claws inside my mind.It waits in the darkness of my eyes. Regret moves softly where my shadow lies,Twisting my heart with secrets I can’t hide.My choices haunt… Continue reading What Remains: A Villanelle Poem
Mornings drift in quietly soft light creeping across the floor, the beach already whispering our names. We move through the routine packing towels, finding hats, the hum of sunscreen and laughter, the weight of our baby on my hip, his warmth, a heartbeat pressed to mine. Down by the water, the boys scatter. Our eldest… Continue reading Tiny Hands At The Beach: A Poem
It is the year that I am truly challenging myself. This time it's with acrostic poetry - definitely not my forte, but it was fun to give it a go! Acrostic poetry is a form of verse where the initial letters of each line, when read vertically, spell out a word or message. The theme… Continue reading Acrostic Poetry
No one wants it, more for me, Tang and crunch I eat with glee. A simple pleasure, a tasty treat. Salty and sour, there is no sweet, The purple bag is mine alone, No one understands the flavor zone. Salt and vinegar, flavor divine, Each crunch is oh so fine. Every chip brings savory delight,… Continue reading Savoring Tangy Temptations: A Poem
In this year of challenging myself, I have given an inverse poem a go! I found this style of poetry incredibly difficult to do. It took a lot of writing and re-writing but I think I managed to encapsulate the style! An inverse poem is a form of poetry where the lines or words can… Continue reading Unbridled Minds – A Symphony of ADHD: A Poem
In echoes of night, the stars arise, Their gentle glow adorns the sky, A dance of light, a waltz, a guise. . Each constellation tells no lies, In whispers, secrets passing by, In echoes of night, the stars arise. . The moon, a pearl, within its ties, Casting its spell, a lullaby, A dance of… Continue reading Echoes of Night: A Poem
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