39 Poems - Poems about 39

Lilies Haiku 39 white lilies in bloom cotton petals unfurl~ nature`s sacred...

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the sun falling fast fading down a dusty road an old farm truck ...

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The feeling of a target on your back and a thousand tongues waiting to scoff. That’s how you feel being a square surrounded by a family of rectangles. You’ve got to be courageous to stand out, you’re already locked in your reflection. Ever been the only one in the room? It feels like every eye is...

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encounter on pier 39  she sat inaudibly alone on pier thirty-nine  watching colorful sail boats go lazily by  i didn’t know her name but she was a friend of mine  and it hurt so badly to see her cry  with my guitar in my left hand and wishes in my right  i approached her quietly, careful not to intrude  the waters were...

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Psalms 118 in its entirety (verses 16 17 26) Matthew ch 23 v 26 These verses cam upon my heart and mind tonight.' All blessings to all who read.'...

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Hello so quickly turns into goodbye, in my last 39 minutes on this earth, Memories swirl through my mind, starting at my birth. Childhood dreams and meeting my Prince Charming, Days of rising early turned into years, quite alarming. Playing house with tiny feet’s patter, and laughter’s sweet sound, In our modest 900 square-foot home, love was found. Bursting at the seams;...

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Dear Life, that betrayed the heart-shaped shells, breathing colors of coral caves in slow cadence, I’ve surfed through whirling waves of woeful rhymes, to navigate tides of tormented tercets, to cleanse my stained soul with briny bliss, to illuminate the bruised blues with vibrant verses… Yet,...

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I lie here on my bed, a survivor of world chaos and a very disgruntled citizen of the New World Order. All those older than I am now were initially exterminated without initial notification. Many folks these days are not so lucky as I. Those with bad health issues are forced to die even sooner. Having lived my allotted 77 to...

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When the tar-soaked rain cascades from ominous clouds, And the oceans roar with Poseidon’s might, As the screaming ground heaves beneath your careless feet, Will your deadly heart remember the last 39 minutes of my life? When tears stained my scarred cheeks, And I cried out to the heavens, scrambling...

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I knew I had this little time left, so I help my little ones close and tight, as I silently cry and shed a single tear, trying not to fear when the time becomes near and I draw my final breath. ...

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39 minutes That is all that I have left Before me Not one minute more I spent my life Thinking time is precious Time is fleeting So I must hold on But now I realize It eludes my grasp No matter how bitterly I try to cling on 27 minutes The clock is ticking As if it was mocking me For my imminent demise My head is full and empty Devoid of...

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Time's ticking away, 39 minutes left Memories flash, like a fleeting breath Regrets and joys, a bittersweet blend As I ponder, my journey's end Moments I cherished, moments I spared Love and laughter, tears and care Every second counts, every heartbeat too In these final minutes, what shall I do? Forgive myself, forgive others too Let go of fears, and see this through Gratitude fills...

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Just thirty-nine minutes show on my gauge! I'm fifty feet down in the sea! The boat above me has just pulled away! Oh dear, what will happen to me? I'm here with the fish now staring at me- with goggles, an air tank, and fins. And...

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The touch of turning day and night builds the life bud layer by layer. The blossomed design of destined time opens the petals as the floral essence of existence gradually unfurls the transient beauty of living, until the flower withers at the stroke of winter’s slashing silence, and disappears drifting consumed in the abyss of the allotted time. At the...

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I could write a poem. Ok, maybe I’ll just clean my room. I don’t want my room to be messy. In fact, I’d rather it be empty. I could curl my hair for the first time. I could make a sandwich. I could remember. I could do a lot in 39 minutes. I’m young. That’s all they say. I could just sleep if I wanted. The...

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