Sunsets II
Sunsets II The sun is set; the cloudscape once softly drawn in gold and rust now fades to a single grey. All glow has gone; the wind bites coldly. Bear with your sorrow: the dawn comes slowly.
self talk is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 3 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees self talk in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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