2016 Poems - Poems about 2016

You pushed me over the cliff’s edge, eager to watch me fall. Instead I flew and you were never filled with such regret....

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Memory of my grandson at 6 years old July 4th 2016 cache extra cuteness courting field of coneflowers purple purity cute as button upturned smile stirs boy’s long hair and wild grass ...

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Your country is hurting once more. Blood is being spilled and fires are burning in the name of Nazi, of white supremacy, of fascism. Where are your words of condemnation? Where are your insightful tweets of contempt? One-hundred and forty characters is enough for you to speak against nuclear weapons and immigration. One-hundred and forty characters is all it takes for you to make your...

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National Poetry Day is over Over two hours on the stage. That's one hellova long time For one of my advancing age. This is the Poetry city. The talent just abounds, Mixing in the bars and pubs With open mic music sounds. They spruced up the Centre Just for this event (I sometimes worry at the wisdom Of where the money went) When they've replaced the paving...

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The Cat in the Hat Is not fat The Cat in the Hat Is awesome like that! © From A Poet's Heart...

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We are not islands We of the islands of N and Z placed together There are three of us If we were islands We would lie in the sea Sunbathing Waves would lap over us Playfully tickle our sandy shores Crash against our rocky cliffs Throw seaweed onto our beaches. We would see each other On the distant horizons on a clear day We would never meet Never...

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there are no heroes anymore, no one with that dream. it has become a weapon that kills when charisma ends. there are no malcolm x's, for we have found ourselves. no johns or roberts to kill, no kings to praise. where are the people in a world that sees no wrong, in a candidate opening pandora's box, to win his throne?...

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Mike Pense made sense...

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A Starry Night 15th January 2016 All is still as points of light descend To show the way to all that never was, The night becomes a confidante and friend Re-living all your feelings. Why? Because? A canvas...

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Palm Sunday 2016_ I AM SWAYED Dressed in white and black with wide smiling beams; Oh! how I miss 2015, its palm and serenity_ 2016! you see four corners of the colourful room Childrens' ward is where thou shall be Frowning at the challenges coming my way Acceptance of ones life_is easy to say_ then peace shall come your way_ One year is...

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December Twenty-Seventh 2016 (My journey began) Written: by Miracle Man This day, three years ago, I began a journey that culminated with Sudden Cardiac Arrest on New Years Day 2017. God used Open Heart Surgery on December 29, 2016, and three...

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Date: Sat, Jan 9 2016 at 5:56 PM So sick of these Lames Im major Payne with the purple heart in Flames To the cradle to the Grave This rap game my parade my arcade Stop throwing shade You know the sun still in his Rays Time to Glo like I'm in Glo Gang I'm in my Glo in my Soul Plane This the...

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How Times Have Changed~ We ran so innocently in lush, soft, beautiful grass! Dreamt of wonderful futures on the finest, fresh smelling sheets. Mother treated each child as her very own angel creation. When apart, we pigtailed beauties, actually called each other on real phones! Sadly, the deliciuis times of being together, are no longer here, And no, sorry! Facebook...

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The men are not made by war, But our Kingdom is always tore. Why must we always hate? Can we not have a different fate? Revolution of the young, Will bring about change - sure to come. O where is the next silver tongue? When they be found beat the drum- Philip Sembert II...

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2016 began on 8.13 and ended on 9.30 2017. Betrayed and inhaling for the last 9 minutes, My mother shooed with imaginary broom, The puny demon trying in final futility To misdirect her soul. She breathed her last at 1800 or so. Hail Marys pumping faster with each step toward God's Love. One thoughtful phone call no later than 1830, the...

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