A Poems - Poems about A

The streets are loud with marching feet, Yet no one speaks and none retreat. The banners wave, the voices swell— But who can name what truth they tell? The fires glow on city walls, While silence haunts the courthouse halls. We argue more, yet listen less, Each side convinced it’s righteousness. The maps have shifted, lines redrawn, The twilight dims what once was dawn. We...

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And they would strut around the fire Then sat upon their stools, And argued long, in learned terms, Who wore the better jewels! But then there was a man about Who none had seen before, And though he wore a gentle face, They felt a gentle horror. For he did not dance around the fire Or strut about like fools, Nor did he argue who...

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A tyrant, though he’s feared, he also fears: A symmetry of horror unites them all. Unleashed, a dragon that forever nears, And he, as all the rest, it soon may maul. A tyrant rides a tiger, yet he knows It is not love that keeps him in that place; And that which comes, it just as swiftly goes; The claws of retribution...

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In a world of shadows, where dreams intertwine with unfulfilled desires, where the bonds between souls stretch and twist like silken vines, I find my heart wandering among echoes of memories and extinguished sighs, seeking happiness in someone else's smile, in a glance or a word, but as often promised happiness is just a mirage on the sands of...

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For two years, I've woven verses like threads of gold, Yet in the shadows, my unfinished research whispers, A ghost from the past, beckoning me to mend the frayed edges, Now and then, I stumble into a fog, yearning to complete the tapestry left undone. The research demands ten hours, six days a...

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Deep in the desert, on a desolate trek, in the distance trudges a lonely speck. Lost, not knowing where, in this life, he's bound, he has never known the comforting sound of a tender voice, or a loving word. His unsure eyes see only visions, blurred. What looks like water, is just a mirage, while apparitions form his entourage.  So, how, on this rocky beach...

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There’s a moon Breaking through the dark Half a hundred plus four stars beside it Each one trying to equally share its spark. Then, the sun rises Gentle, not too hot, not too cold But it melts the walls that have risen within Changing hearts, making them more bold. A road appears Stretching across seas, sands, and trees Leading us all to a place Where...

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You thought it was a dream those mornings that didn’t feel heavy nights that didn’t come with fear and your heart no longer breaking. You thought it was a lie. But here you are waking to peaceful mornings the sun warming instead of threatening. You laugh more, smile easier and your body feels lighter. It’s real now the air tastes...

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The first day felt magical, A feast so grand, so memorable. Just hours beyond the golden noon, He said I was his radiant moon. A moon that glows, soft and pure, For a love that seemed to endure. But maybe I was just a toy, In the game of his fleeting joy. At last, the truth became clear— The moon shifts as time draws...

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January wakes us weary, New resolutions pressing heavy. Then comes February’s charm— A month of love, or wasted calm. We march ahead into March, Preparing for the chill to lurch. April brings the planting days, As a third of the year slips away. Hope returns with open skies, Maybe this month—maybe May. June arrives with quiet tunes, We wish the world would feel okay. Halfway through, we...

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Father, May your eyes be open and your ears attending to the prayers made in this place. Consecrate this home, so that your name will be known here forever. Please make it a house of prayer. A place of grace. A dwelling where your Spirit is pleased to rest upon. May the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ....

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peek-a-boo who’s looking at you the book on a shelf is calling the carrot makes eyes the watermelon cries and the dog juggles balls in the morning peek-a-boo who’s shouting to you the hot air balloon is thinking there’s a mole on the roof with cream on his tooth and the downstairs toilet is winking peek-a-boo who’s waving to you the tree on the corner is...

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Starts with the morning rise Breakfast to energize Head straight to the Post Office The day begins with sorting the mail Daily without fail Preparing to deliver The creed being neither rain, snow nor sleet A Postman documentation to keep No matter what, the mail is always a proceed Eyes on residence and business Everyday being the postman’s witness Mailbox leverage Mail and packages Delivery precise Chased by dogs Working...

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mirror, mirror on the wall are you just another contest talk to me, is my call help me in my life's quest where is my destiny “it is within but also without it is in and roundabout” this is a riddle “yes and you're in the middle” you're no help at all “then you must set your stall” “don't be a fool listen with your heart clever ain't always cool” well...

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anxiety wrapped around my neck and hands struggling to free myself lying on my bed close to the edge i was struggling to keep my breathe in the velvet sheets, where cries turned into moans and with a single kiss, i was brought back from the hell swing of a pendulum speaks to me in its back and forth motion it prophesied to be prepared storm...

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