A Hundred Poems - Poems about A Hundred

A hundred years ago, just a hundred years, people like us walked this earth, with the same heartbeats, they felt the same sunlight, breathed the same air, with their worries, their small joys and pains, they fell in love and lost love in the same way, they cried over things that might make us laugh today, and laughed at things we...

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I have lived a hundred different lives - Each as different as water is to stone. I have dreamed a few far-away dreams To discover that they were mine alone. I have felt at times a trace of love But was shown again that theirs was untrue. I have often tried to bury the past To find that it rarely stays inhumed. I...

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You were a stranger, just a name, Yet now my heart is not the same. Through fights and laughs, through highs and lows, You are the one my heartbeat knows. I never asked for much in life, But found in you both joy and strife. For every tear, there’s twice the grace, For every loss, your warm embrace. A hundred reasons why I...

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What are you going to do with me when the heavens start cleaning the street? What are you going to do with me when passion start running down your feet and night owls start flooding the skies, are you going to sit down and cry? There is a strange wind moving across the earth it...

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How old are you when you realize You might not have a hundred years left? I do not dwell on it But I am aware Every day is a gift I did not expect yesterday I am glad I did what I did When I could still run and swim And eat what I did When I had teeth...

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a hundred degrees in Kansas feels like two thousand degrees somewhere else we cannot get comfortable sweat is rolling down the small of our backs. our dogs are lollygagging with tongues hanging out the humidity of the Midwest is our undoing...

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my life is a discombobulation of endless thoughts like food is NOT my friend exercise is my friend fasting MAY be a good idea eating takes up way too much time death is hanging over me like a dark cloud I watch too much TV ...

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it is cold and the flowers are dying becoming withered memories leaves are drifting and rain is falling and the river flows like a stream of glass the grass is fading and birds are flying away and the forest is taking on a sombre hue and storms shake the ocean of my sleep where my hair is soft as a spider...

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Beneath your feet, what lies there still, A thorn of love's lost tenderness, Or shadow longing for slumber's chill? Oh, my love, star of shining grace, Your light illuminates my way, A journey from death to life's embrace. In this misadventure of heart and love, Which life does not endure and tend? Our fractured feelings, spent and shoved. Soothe me, love, with your loving...

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"The earth has music for those who listen." ...

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My friend has lost a hundred pounds She is enthusiastic about water, exercise and vegetables. We should go swimming, she said. All I want to do is watch TV and sit in my recliner She calls me to give me advice. Are you taking vitamins? How much exercise do you get? Let’s get healthy. Do you want to go on a hike? I...

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it is cold and the flowers are dying becoming withered memories leaves are drifting and rain is falling and the river flows like a stream of glass the grass is fading and birds are flying away and the forest is taking on a sombre hue and storms shake the ocean of my sleep where my hair is soft as a spider...

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You are more than what they said…. Savage beasts feed on your dread Escape before your heart crumbles, There is no picking up the rumble. In time, your mind becomes jumbled You are more than what they made you feel…. This body is yours their hands do not belong. Eat from the corners, what a waste, you’re still thrown away. You are more...

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Forgive me  my madness, eccentricities,         my faults my tenderness      that pain --> a thorn inside my brain and skin so human  that it hurts! My eyes of marble   so hardly knew softness; a sight        beyond light and that thumping pain           within the cargo vessel held; lifetimes...

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(Chopin's Ghost) THE kiss of cold --ness froze my soul a tin can kicked beyond winter's road Hands in pockets did not abate the shiver ice-shattered thoughts as i walk alone The cobble-path stones; across the way as i walk and through a golden lilt window-soul i hear Chopin playing upon air. My friend-soul i am told kissing my footfalls - - - _ - _--> as i go :: 04-28-2014...

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