12Th Poems - Poems about 12Th

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haiku : turtle dove turtle dove landed love sought crumbs on green grass dew ~ heart cracked so open ————- hiku : turtle dove //_________\\ t ...

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We chased the wind through gravel lots, told stories in the sun-soft spots. Spoke Spanish in the checkout line, translated fear into “it’s fine.” Held my brother’s hand through crowded space, learned stillness in his silent grace. Watched Mom brave a world not made for her, became her voice, her messenger. School bells rang like distant drums, where I stood tall though doubt still...

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No matter how well intentioned anyone appears to be. God says there's only one we can trust and that simply is He. No one's better than another, we're all made the same. God started with two people. Adam and Eve is their name. God says people who think they're better, has a problem with pride. He says they are like...

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We are going our separate ways, but we will not be alone. We will carry a piece of everyone around us, as well as those who are now gone. Memories may fade as we continue through life, but one thing we will all remember is this moment in time....

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Beneath the warm sun, we wander through the tangled branches my grandfather's hands gentle, like the tree itself, rooted and wise He points to a ripe fig, its skin a the color of a jewel. I reach, as he coaches me ripe and unripe Conversation is exchanged his grumbly Italian voice echos like a simple song on the summer day He tells stories under the shade,...

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Why ask me what I hope to be? Why rate my worth before you’ve seen me work? Is my CV not enough? A story told so clear and tough. I earned my degree and dream to lead and to oversee. I’ve been a clerk and I left my mark. Each line on that page holds my skills and my stage. So why the doubt? Why push me out? I...

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Yes, you can! You can be the change the spark and the light someone’s sun on dark days. Sometimes, it doesn't take much a smile a nod a simple thank you can lead the way. So be that change. Be the reason someone smiles offer a hand when they stumble a shoulder when they break. Be the voice that speaks the truth the first to rise the one who...

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You can never know who was watching waiting for you to say no. To say no to injustice to broken systems and lies. To say no to drug abuse to bullies in disguise. Raise your voice sound the alarm just maybe your words will shatter the harm. Maybe your voice will rewrite the story. Maybe your voice is their path to glory....

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At nine, lost a father Raised by a single mother Had to switch home Not as a prince in a throne Nelson's story lives on Stripped of who he was Forced to take an English name And carry the weight of that shame Made to wear a suit Told to change his voice But deep down he knew He never really had a choice The boy who...

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Feeder cloistered in ferns Wrapped with new green tendrils Caressed in mellow winds Bring the birds to snuggle in Wildflowers bowing in grace Some tilted to the sun Some are brand new Greying grass Drying from...

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A tangle of moss in the new gray dawn— Palm fronds whisper hush, hush— Waves shiver on the sand. The sea sighs like a tired dreamer. Fiddler crabs scuttle sideways in the hush— Sideways like folks around here, Slipping sideways in the hush. Behind ragged shacks, I stand. Smoke curls like a question mark. A rooster crows a single note of gold. Somebody’s frying fish,...

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They came with dust on their boots and a morning star, Shadows of boyhood still clinging to their shoulders— They were sons of the land, faces bright with the dew, Carrying small, cherished photographs in their breast pockets. They rose with the sun’s trumpet call at dawn, A summons to arms, to fear, to death— Yet they did not tremble, They carried...

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Four men in a boat, afloat in the ocean. The winds are still, the sails have no motion. The Optimist waits for the winds with great anticipation. The Pessimist shakes his head and curses in quite desperation. The Fatalist begins to cry and screams, "We're going to die! The Realist lets out a Rebel Yell, takes a drink of whiskey and calmly adjusts the sails!...

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I wandered through the quiet wood, Where twilight’s hush was laid— A single rose with petals spun In veils of silken shade. Its beauty called with voice so soft, A tremor in the air— A melody that sought my soul, Too sweet for me to bear. I felt my heart a tender leaf In evening’s gentle song— And all the dreams I never dared Seemed suddenly...

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