Alive Poems - Poems about Alive

I love you both with all my heart, But Mum, you tore that love apart. You made me choose, you made me cry, While Dad was left to wonder why. You spoke of him with poisoned tongue, Bad words for ears still far too young. You painted him in shades of wrong, And made me feel I don’t belong. He wasn’t perfect, neither...

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I wondered to watch the eccentric earth, Are you a green globe of the universe, ...

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The best thing about waking up is not the coffee in our cup warming the cockles I'd impart from the bottom of our heart it's knowing we survived to see another day arrived no matter what may come our way as being late when we're done and gone is far too harsh to contemplate so smell the flavour savour the roast and of our time here on earth before...

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Let's put a smile on this tired face, which has long forgotten what it means to be alive and serene, It won't be the first, nor the last, just another borrowed mask in a world that worships illusions, This world feeds on your sorrow, like vultures circling above a wounded heart, And when you dare to smile, even...

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When i’m gone They’ll all have moved on I'm already a ghost Haunting over the life id already lost They’ve never saw me turn into a adult I moved too fast When i lost so young when i was gone i my tears taste like salt I knew id never last I sat waiting for god wondering why he’s running late I stood waiting...

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In a dream being chauffeured to where? I do not know where? the silence stifling still as the night, stars glowing… but the chauffeur, driving heedless to my faith – Jesus is dead, he speaks like a bullhorn going off in my mind, grief surrounds me but the dream comes to life… “He is ALIVE!” I say it, my voice amplified WHO IS THIS MAN? my mind enters the war...

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What's life The succeeding Our sessions, Are finites. Or the day We bore? Firmly lasts, A million times In a single life, Of succeeding Occupieds! Else the fear, Of to die? Truly makes it, Killing us, Our desires. In a sadness Of a sorrow!...

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Why am I so different? Why does the world look at me as if I am broken and lost? Tragedy does not define me touched as a child now forced to wear the scars of my generational curse.Due to one man’s uncontrollable lust the world treats me as if though I am better off dead....

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May we be blessed to understand from one big moment to the next most of our life is living the moments in between.. and perhaps the best way to a happy life is to find the beauty in the routine. ...

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Run it deep, run you words through me, You make me feel right, I still recognize myself to be the wrong guy cos I'm still in doubt. The sky is bright in the dark, o my god look at that, Aren't you the reason for bright days and night that I have? Making me to relax, feel good and...

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You're afraid of dying— but tell me, are you truly alive? You might say yes, but haven’t you buried a thousand dreams? Let them rot quietly in the corners of your heart, until they become shadows that haunt you. Haven’t you become a living corpse, breathing without purpose, a flame once burning bright, now flickering? You are not torn by a tiger’s claw, but devoured by...

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I found it curled in the shadow of what used to be a hospital. A slow hunch of fur, the color of old bark—like the forest had tried to grow itself a question. It didn’t look surprised to see me. Just blinked, as if measuring whether I was worth the glance. I sat cross-legged beside it, tore foil from a protein bar— offered the whole...

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Information is not always true Even if printed in the newspaper blue But if it’s on the internet, it is right? Some think Why would they print lies in permanent ink? It’s called propaganda, you silly peeps Subliminal clips brainwash you while you sleep You are so gullible, our country is a laughing stock For ten thousand dollars, I can sell you...

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KEEP FIVE ALIVE It’s a five pointed star Not the simplest by far As thoughts are left ajar But for naught except Blahblah Just that one last hurrah They call it a pentagram Sceptical is what I am With all that flim flam Rejecting the glitz and glam You’re not a witch ma’am Anxiety I try to quell Nothing ever seems to gel Please don’t cast a...

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"I love night, because at night, I don’t have to be someone— Running codes with syntax and logic. At night, I can be what I’ve always longed to be— A poet, And weave all the magic with my pen. Night feels so much like me... Dark, silent, with a cold breeze, Peaceful—silencing every noise, And alive, hearing only my heart’s voice. During the day, I...

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