Acceptances Poems - Poems about Acceptances

...I am a tempest of words, aching to burst forth. (Years of structured lessons simmer beneath my skin.) The most important thing is that I'm drowning in metaphors. Being a poet shapes reality, an......Read the rest...

...The Sum By Benjamin Mui I am not a failure Nor am I a success I am not my rejections Nor am I my acceptances I am not worthless Nor am I special I am not my weakness Nor am I my streng......Read the rest...

...Dear God, I come to you today because I need to know ... Why don't I have a reflection in the mirror every time I look within it? And why can't I hear my own words when I write poetry? And for most......Read the rest...

...Lay Down Your Arms by Michael R. Burch Lay down your arms; come, sleep in the sand. The battle is over and night is at hand. Our voyage has ended; there's nowhere to go . . . the earth is a ci......Read the rest...

...Sunlight we merely dream of here amongst the bones with the memories of the past these haunted caverns dank in their prisons Acceptances specter teaches our children there before the pulpit ......Read the rest...

...As the stars cross this brumous night ~ Standing here with these white washing tides Carrying away the sands beneath my feet Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea Swells a......Read the rest...

... What peculiar behavior I see. That’s what is known as an idiosyncrasy. It is inconsistent with acceptances in society. Persons who have foibles in life have actions that can cut like a knife......Read the rest...

..."I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination" A Rambling Poet An enchanted place Where ex lovers still love me Dead relatives live Tears from the past dry Years of mourning and pining A......Read the rest...

...Are there reasons why we all hold on? Knowing well where the path shall lead to… Finding a place perhaps to feel belong Yet strangers we are to everyone we knew The world isn’t at all so small ......Read the rest...

...As the stars cross this brumous night ~ Standing here with these white washing tides Carrying away the sands beneath my feet Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea Swells a......Read the rest...

...The Rebellious Man If love was meant to be Dare he stand before his own soul And deny it Will he risk his broken heart Should he turn aside from the path of breaking And the making ......Read the rest...

...As the stars cross this brumous night ~ Standing here with these white washing tides Carrying away the sands beneath my feet Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea Swells a......Read the rest...

...Decorating “But what is real? If you mean those impulses and signals sent by your senses and which are then interpreted by your brain. Then the real can be anything your mind desires.” Mo......Read the rest...