Not Now Poems - Poems about Not Now

His face is pressed into my chest "You need to get a bandaid" I say. He has a cut on his finger. "This is a bandaid For a different wound" He breathes warmly...

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Pink snake in murky water Feminine Bite scrapes face The voices of my children in a video In early August I fear my memory is failing But I am so young Bruises riddle my knees Who hurt me? I walk through fog Dayless daydream Wilting...

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Porcelain boy, Hammer in fist, Building walls- Cracking, his face twists. So pretty, so alone. Storm cloud mind monsoons from his eyes "I am not worth it" he screams His concrete ribcage contains A monster of fire forged shame. This phase in life, Smoke is wrapping around his face Porcelain is hardening- Porcelain is stained. Repair, remind, revisit Heal, hell, high. No pain stains my lips When I scream your name Only...

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Why should I live my life according to the rules of man? Why should I continue this lie? Even if I advise you not to worry about your life, you might simply respond, "Why should I?" The soul of Jonathan was intertwined with the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own. So, how...

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Q: How does film actress Meryl get censored on Jimmy Kimmel? A: With a Streep bleep. Q: What are Russian citizens doing to show approval for President Vladimir? A: They're rootin' for Putin. Q: What flower is named for a missing legendary aviation pioneer? A: The Amelia Camelia. Q: What would the French knight do when he started flirting with Guinevere? A:...

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Bright colors can't be counted Fantastic shapes and sizes, The breeze is nice, Singing birds, Of the branches of the tree, Which I sit underneath The sky is clear, Distant mountains towering, I pondered about the many colorful pebbles- Next to the valley where the water is not being here for weeks- I took in my...

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Chronos~w A new poetry form mathematically based on pi squared Lasingerland, the Netherlands, by Bianca and Alexa shared It gives off a limerick vibe which is the only form that I can describe to which it can be compared PoetrySoup Community I’m happy to be a lifetime member of PoetrySoup and am willing to encourage any new recruit Yes it’s true that there’s...

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Good Morning By Evelyn Aimarie The sun yawns Through the clouds I am alone. I am alive....

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First Steps Funerals and Nana's Hands By Evelyn Aimarie 2 days after my Nana's funeral My oldest son took his first steps. She was my grandmother on my father's side, but more like a mother to me. Palms textured like warm overwashed cotton sheets- thin but comfortable, and clothes line, spring sunshine soft. Pastel blue intricate barely visible veins whispered...

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As I sit by myself in a room full of Strangers, I listen to the cacophony , The Chaos of Voices, laughter and conversations ; It feels very familiar, and I can't help but wonder how soon it Will end . And again after a few...

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I want [fill in the blank] - Nope! I would like [fill in the blank] - Not at all! Here's the news: that isn't the reply Whenever you ask for something. Indeed sometimes the answer is No; The other answer is an instant Yes - But! There is another reply: "Yes, but you will have to... Wait." For how long? You might ask. Well when you are Ready for it. When...

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Flash backs, hitting like a bucket of ice water in a steaming shower. Never did I think they could come without me losing my breath or letting tears slip. They hit like a blackout right on a normal day, when you think they finally have gone away it sneaks up on you like you are...

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...more stuff and nonsense... Q: Why would it be a good thing if wood were used as money? A: It grows on trees. Q: Who was the star of last year's Christmas Drag Show? A: Felice Navidude. Q: Why was the adult film director upset when one of his actors couldn't get it up for the "money shot"? A: It left...

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I asked my phone “how do I look” The reply: “I am programed to recognize your face Not to evaluate its effect on other humans” I asked “how are you feeling today” It replied: “I have no hands, I cannot feel” I said: “no, no, I mean feelings Those subtle shifts in tone and tolerance”. The screen blinked a bit A...

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In my struggle for life I long I long to be free In my struggle for life I feel I feel like a prisoner Never to escape this place With its blackened walls And destroyed floors Torture and struggle I hate this place With its crumbling rooftop And its battered doors I cry I cry nonstop I beg for forgiveness Though I didn't do anything wrong I still beg In my...

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