2Nd Poems - Poems about 2Nd

Why is the heart so confusing You’ve been told it’s wrong You know it’s wrong But you crave for them more Not even physically Just their presence is more than enough You give until you’re drained Wondering why you don’t receive as much You care so much Why isn’t it the same You want people to feel loved and cared for But it...

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silence synchronising …… sublime solitude ~ sensing serenity...

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Today it’s my parents I’m thinking of…and I’m grateful they provided me with a vocabulary filled with words of love… For when I choose to use those words of love not only do they have a certain harmonious appeal… but they can also help to mend a broken heart And help a soul to heal. ...

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A Handcart and a Ring    A man I knew had a handcart and became self-employed I often saw him in the town with a load of parcels and sometimes furniture He was a contented man.  One day, on his way to the railway station, the wheel of his cart came off four suitcases fell into the street. So, what to do?  He...

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“The Verdant Oath of Gaia” (An Epic for Environment Day – June 5) I. Invocation of the Living Earth O breath of Earth, in twilight’s greenest vow, Thou pulse beneath the mountains’ argent brow, Awake thy voice, O Gaia, long betrayed, To stir the winds and waters once obeyed. Let forests speak in tones of moss and flame, And rivers chant the loss...

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Nyla has a coffee mug glued to her hand Spends all her time in the coffee bar, Latte Land Must have fresh ground roast; nothing common or canned Complains if she tastes one teensy bit of coffee sand Nyla has some kind of weird coffee bean-loving gland. Around this mug, her right hand is usually fanned. Puts on airs, acts like...

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Bittersweet bitsy Bailey bug Rock and rolled in Rodney’s rug Had he partaked of a daily drug? Rodney was sick of Bailey’s crazy mug Time to go home, he told the lug Just one more chug, said Bailey bug He was chased off by Rodney's poodle and a pug....

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???? wind ????? And clouds ????? And lightning ????? And thunder ????? ????? snow and fire ????? ?? ?????? ?????? ???? and I know that reaching your eyes is just an illusion ????? ?? ?????? ???? And i know that reaching you ??????? Is suicide ??????? And i’m glad ?? ???? ???? ????? ????? ??????? to rip myself off for you, precious ??? ?????? If I were to choose ????? ??? ????? ??????? I would repeatedly...

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A Poet Road Now that it is hot and the sun has turned from a warm friend to a raging enemy, what did I say to make it so burning hot? I`m up early and drive around, stopping and take pictures of growing plants before the rampant sun makes them lose all colors. Then, before I knew it was ten o’clock time...

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The 2nd Commandment of Eternal God is You will not take the name of the Divine Lord your Eternal God in vain By the 2nd Commandment we are commanded always to speak with reverence of Eternal God The Saints And of holy things A name is a picture of a person We must use the name of Eternal God And with...

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"Lens and Leaf" The alley looks quite good to look around. She followed the trail like a tail. Chirping Wings Melodies is one of the hosts. The glow of sunray's is enough to release 'serotonin.' Leaves are proving their presence with a peaceful waft of air. Moral of the nature "Someone's darkness is not everyone's." This present deserves to be algorithmic memory. Her...

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When i said its over i meant it you should have just moved on instead of opening this its too late now whatever you are trying to find , its long gone...

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He zings through tall grasses and lands on my knee I try my best to pull this sticky legged insect off me He chortles and chuckles and pings off in the wind. This hopper of grasses surely has annoyed and sinned. Another one of these pests zings onto my shirt. Giving me the willies, I scream at my cousin Bert Get...

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Anglerfish anglerfish you clever lightbulb dangler-fish...

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Darkness. Drip. Not absence, but a rarified vastness thick with hush, like a cavern carved behind my eyes. Drip. Drip. Somewhere, water— not seen, just heard, each drop a soft footstep in the void behind me. Concentric rings of silence. And then— a pulsating dot of light. Drip. It grows— breathes— radiates outward in color— rings blooming from the dark like ripples in a pond no stone ever touched. Drip. And then there was no difference between the rings and me— no...

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