Ago Poems - Poems about Ago

Two formidable contenders are battling for the crown, each making grand promises. Where do we go wrong? What wisdom does our Bible impart about speaking in tongues? It's a reality that for one to win, another must lose; that’s the essence of this game change. We know that nothing will ever be the same again. ...

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Alone I rot, yet no one cares to see, The darkness deep within me. I reach for loving hands, Yet all I get is emptiness in these dark lands. My voice is lost like whispers on the sea. The wind may howl, But no one will think of me. I am a forgotten soul, Never to feel whole. They dance in warmth, while night...

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Looking back on my younger days and in that summer haze you were the pearl my girl in my oyster the whole wide world so many memories of you me and how we used to be but of photographs far too few altho' we did have a laugh a two now all growing dim and grey with the fading shades of day etched in my...

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They treated me for bipolar disorder. I wanted you to know. Although the doctors later said it was the Adipex-p and weed mimicking an up-and-down disease— it hasn’t happened since. I still think it was more than that. Hard to believe it’s been more than twenty years— that fourth of July, when I read your mind at the Washington Mall, and ran off...

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I remember, I remember the pain, I remember the fear. The loss, the anger, the hurt. Friendships I thought might last forever, Torn apart too soon. People I loved now lost to me. Years ago, I wrote a letter, An old song from the depths of my heart. In this letter, I recall The crushing, clenching pain. I thought it was gone, old and fixed, Oh...

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80 years ago I was a toddler when the British bombers tried to find the airport, they didn't but dropped bombed on the town of Stavanger instead I was sent to a farm that happened to be next door to a German camp near where the Russian  prisoner lived The German soldier let me sit on their gigantic and feed scraps to the...

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~ While strolling by the lavender her smile kept its place, as lovely as a butterfly afloat upon her face She skipped as to a melody that played about her mind, in harmony with springtime days she always seemed to find With hair a flow of summer breeze, spun gold and woven vine, like Chardonnay from Maconnais, a tasteful choice in wine Beyond the field, neath skies...

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It's only 2:00 am. I even waited to take the drugs till midnight, so I wouldn't have to fight an extra 2 hours through the night Not that it makes much of a difference. In 4.5 hours my alarm will go off (not that I really need one) and I'll continue to just survive each torturous moment. The only difference is the daytime doesn't have the...

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These next _ minutes are going to be hard... I open my eyes Not sure what time it is, but I bet I can guess. The drugs never work for more than 2 hours, and the distress from the pressure in my head and throat has been suppressing more than 2 hours of sleep a night for months now - even with the drugs. They have...

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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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2,000 years ago a Sage I know wrote this about ‘change:’ Try out something new you’ll start a war with those who prefer things ...

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You probably feel like the world is against you. This letter is for that young woman from fifty years ago. She was eighteen years old; that was me. I experienced those feelings back then, and as I look back through a reverse mirror of time, I realize that while the societal context may have changed,...

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I told you long ago that this land called "Romania" has exhausted its sources of blood and dreams. For 35 years, we've been walking the thin line of memories, on the debts left by those shaped under Ceau?escu, but they are slowly retreating to the quiet pensions and to the Cold Park of fleeting shadows. Those who follow...

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I told you long ago that this land called "Romania" has exhausted its sources of blood and dreams. For 35 years, we've been walking the thin line of memories, on the debts left by those shaped under Ceau?escu, but they are slowly retreating to the quiet pensions and to the Cold Park of fleeting shadows. Those who follow...

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Once upon a time, in the early years before I walked and talked, a cell phone at my ears… before Instagram or Pinterest or Facebook strived to overtake my very mind, sometimes, I felt like my heart had been forsook leaving me troubled, on the edge of life’s shadows forgiven by God, even though I’d often mistook darkness for light, wrong for...

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