Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

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Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

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"Words That Resonate with the Soul"
Discover poetry that captures the raw beauty of life’s highs and lows.💜💖🌟

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26/09/2025

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26/09/2025

Wouldn't this be every authors dream?
A field of wildwood flowers as your writing space.

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26/09/2025

Driving Through the Night

Highway lights blur,
gold streaks against the dark,
and I keep my foot steady on the gas.

The world is quieter here,
no voices pressing in,
just road and rhythm.

Headlights carve tunnels
through emptiness,
a temporary shelter.

Every mile takes me farther
from the weight I left behind,
yet closer to something unnamed.

It feels like running,
but also like prayer.
Movement as confession.

And maybe by morning,
I’ll find a version of me
that isn’t lost.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

26/09/2025

I Said I Was Fine

I said I was fine,
but the words cracked
the moment they left my mouth.

You didn’t notice,
or maybe you chose not to,
and that hurt worse.

Lies taste bitter,
but sometimes truth
is poison in disguise.

I swallow silence instead,
hoping it doesn’t burn me alive.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

26/09/2025

Beautifully written 💜🫂 Poetry by Ms.DarkS¡d€

26/09/2025

Butter Yellow Petals

I found them scattered on the roadside,
bright as little suns
trying to outlive the shadows.

They trembled in my hand,
soft veins pressed against the wind,
delicate as memory.

I hid them in a book,
pages swallowing their glow,
a secret I wanted to preserve.

But beauty doesn’t bargain.
Petals fade,
even when loved.

Still I gather them,
because yellow always feels
like hope in disguise.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

26/09/2025

Summer Slips Through My Fingers

Days melt like ice,
gone before
I can taste them.

I hold sunsets tightly,
but they escape
like sand through a fist.

The air cools,
reminding me joy
is always fleeting.

Maybe that’s why summer
burns so bright,
because it never stays.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

26/09/2025

Throw a Stone On the Fire

The flames devoured everything,
wood, paper,
even silence itself.

I thought a stone might tame it,
but the fire only hissed louder,
grateful for new fuel.

Isn’t that how anger lives?
Feeding on resistance,
growing when denied.

The rock cracked open,
swallowed whole,
another casualty of heat.

I stood watching,
realizing destruction
doesn’t turn away company.

Instead, it thrives on
whatever you dare to give it.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

26/09/2025

Cinnamon Eyes

They burned warm,
like autumn hiding
behind a gaze.

Sweet, sharp,
spice on the tongue,
a comfort that lingered.

I tried to look away,
but brown has gravity,
a pull disguised as tenderness.

Every glance carried fire,
yet I wanted the burn,
the reminder of heat.

If love has a color,
surely it is this shade,
wild, soft, unrelenting.

And I carry it still,
behind my ribs,
like embered memory.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

25/09/2025

Taking Up Space in My Mind

You built a home inside me,
walls of memory
I never wanted.

Nights are loud with you,
your voice haunting silence,
your shadow stretching long.

I try to evict you,
but ghosts never ask permission.

One day I’ll change the locks.
Tonight,
I live with the haunting.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

25/09/2025

Out Of the Ashes

The fire left me hollow,
rooms turned to ruin,
dreams crumbling into dust.

I thought nothing could grow
from such devastation,
but ash has its own hunger.

Tiny sprouts emerged,
roots drinking soot
like it was water.

I walked across the black ground,
barefoot,
feet marked by survival.

Smoke still clings to me,
but so does the green,
an afterlife I never expected.

Even endings, it seems,
have beginnings tucked inside them.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

25/09/2025

Blood On the Ink

I write until my hands ache,
pages streaked with lines
that feel more like wounds.

Every metaphor drips heavy,
a secret I wasn’t brave enough
to say aloud.

The pen keeps bleeding for me,
a quiet kind of survival.

Maybe poetry is nothing more
than blood pretending to be words.

© Stephanie Haveman - AmL Poetry, Prose & Quotes

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