A Poems - Poems about A

I know a woman who had lost her love but had a small version to cherish and enjoy... Her life was never easy, and her heart had never felt safe, yet she cared, gave herself to the job and the only tiny person she loved and lived for... Her son grew and from the nest, he flew, and she continued to love and live for him,...

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A Remedial of Love When silence carved its name in stone, And hearts grew cold where warmth had shone, A whisper rose from broken ground— A balm in words, a gentler sound. It wasn't grand, nor made for show, Just steady light in afterglow. In kindness slow and patience deep,...

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I heard Imagine, one of my favorite songs, this Juneteenth morning and thought how John Lennons’s lyrics and music still ring true…. I suppose that’s because imagining is also one of my favorite things to do. When I’m shocked and saddened at the hatred and prejudice I see I imagine a world where people embrace our differences and live...

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Commerce and literature (poetry expressly) also movies have had a role in the captapult of the rose to its high point in the field of flowerhood symbolizing love, beauty and passion. What do we sense regarding the essence of a rose? color, shape, growth thorns, velvet, delicacy oohs and ahs jams, jellies, hips, tea fragrance, bouquet Why do I instinctively inhale...

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How do you kiss? Tilt your head to the side Keep your lips together Or open them up wide? Do you force his head back Is that doing it right? But you might see right up his nostrils What an awful sight How long do you kiss for? A minute or an hour What happens if his mouth tastes Horrible and sour From all...

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I saw a woman standing there Her clothes tattered and torn I saw a woman standing there Her face looked so forlorn A women full of worry lines Grey streaks throughout her hair A tear was rolling down her cheek But she was unaware Life had been hard, bitterly cruel Her dreams taken away And yet she’d fought with all her might To face...

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A Night of 89 Footsteps at midnight the knock no one dared answer. Dogs howled in silence. Charred Bodies on the road, eyes still open to the sky. The crows never ask. Posters on the wall by morning, the faces fade. Smoke curls from tire pyres . Mother lights a lamp. Her son's shoes still by the door. She dares not whisper. Gunfire in the dusk, then a scream...

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Can’t Put Your Arms Around A Memory Just thinking. The other day. So many years have passed. Standing under the orange sun. Time is fading. Like pictures in a frame. Everyone has forgotten. Can’t put your arms Around a memory. So long ago. In a small town. So carefree. A child-hood dream. Time is...

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One thing the Lord will always do Is extend a hand to me He always saves us from ourselves The mighty Savior, yes, is He He's won every battle He has ever fought for me With great love and compassion I have found a place with Thee ...

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A frigid spell of arctic air adorns the tranquil western scene; a stunning glimpse of fall’s affair with spring’s vivacious flower queen. When autumn’s cooling wind combines with April's warming playful breeze, a whirling tempest paints designs on grounds of winter’s icy freeze. On sculptured hills of milky snows October's tepid finger strolls, and May's...

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"A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." (W. H. Auden) They sit in their glass-paneled chambers, these judges, tuning their ears to the hum of silicon— eyebrows raised at every metaphor too deft, too dressed, too drenched in sense. Who wrote this? they ask, tapping screens that blink like oracles but lie like...

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A quiet child, with gaze lost in distant horizons, Whispers numbers that float like stars on the infinite sky of night— The outer world dissolves into an unclear and distant dream, But within him, constellations illuminate like hot blood, close and near. He sings an ancient song, born from the silence of the universe, Brings to light springs hidden in...

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See the novel anti-Trump signs Protestor created designs Don can't compromise And blurs truth with lies But we author all the best lines...

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I was a teenager, standing at the gate of a dream universe, dressed in a white dress, flowing like rivers of milk from fairy tales, watching how the sky melts like summer ice cream and lets its pearls fall, whispering as if the soul of the world would listen to its quiet and melancholic song. I remember that day...

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In a room with heavy curtains, where shadows dance on walls like forgotten memories, It's not just about touches, nor bodies pressed together or rumpled sheets, It's about how you undressed me of layers of silence and fears with your hands like a gentle wind, In the bed that seemed a secret island, you taught me to be...

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