Already Poems - Poems about Already

time and seeming aging affects us all that's the story told and told convincingly yet appearing with a healing emptiness appearing as these words...

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All the fairytale violence Life’s too Grimm already s o i c a n’ t i ...

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The tremor in my hand, not from the hunt, but the stillness after the endless pacing. Dust motes danced in the imagined beam of a lantern I never lit, searching corners already illuminated by the quiet hum of being. The map unfolded in my mind, marked with X's for treasures I swore were buried deep, while the weight of gold warmed my very pockets, unacknowledged currency of breath and heartbeat. I...

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At thirty-eight, his story seemed to have already been written, he sipped his coffee and recalled where he went wrong or maybe got it right, for he had grown tired of the insurance game, of small offices with glass walls, of clients who came and went like faceless, soulless shadows. He was weary of the lies told to his...

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Go. Go, already. The father told his son He bit his lip, clenched his fist The son did not see the father’s pain Go, Go, already. His heart, racing madly ...

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The rich green leaves of Summer die in Autumn like a love that is no more both defenseless to the currents of change tumbling toward an unfamiliar stream flowing out of a sea where yesterdays have already passed carrying dusted memories, entwined by the twist of life where wishes are hidden with lost stars of memorialized misperceptions having come and gone like vanishing time when...

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You said You understood Why I wanted to end it And I said I was glad But suddenly I'm not I guess I hoped that you'd fight for us a little more Though I have no right to ask that Seeing as I made the decision I regret it Like you regret drinking tea too quickly On a snowy day Burning the roof of your mouth When...

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When I met you, you were already a broken vase, sharp shards hidden beneath your cold and distant skin, But I was still whole, believing love was the force that makes two souls forget their unhealed wounds. I mistook your silence for gentleness, and your distance for the depth of an unknown and mysterious sea, I thought if...

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I can't believe that the night Ended already And the new day Is here for me I will wake up at noon Today Because I am still tired I know that my Father is not Happy with me But it is me that needs the rest...

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“Tomorrow Already Gone" Tomorrow already gone these stories are for you you will follow me before too long Tomorow already gone Candide Diderot. ‘25 Love is Love is Love lux vitae "She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." ...

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I did not summon these thoughts—they arrived already breathing, wrapped in the salty cloak of silence, like relics rising from the forgotten graves of someone else's ruins, where echoes dance like spirits in the twilight of forgetting. They shape themselves in silence—carved by unseen hands, hands that know my marrow better than my own soul, molding clarity from the fragile bones...

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Freedom Is already And expresses as Everything appearing As everything......

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I can't believe that the night Ended already And the new day Is here for me I will wake up at noon Today Because I am still tired I know that my Father is not Happy with me But it is me that needs the rest ...

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Trump slyly picked Fox eye catchers His heinous doctrine dispatchers That from seed pods hatched! Are we now outmatched Invaded by body snatchers?...

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Perhaps I have descended so low, already sinking my nails into the bottom of the abyss, While my fangs point towards the distant sky, bathed in moonlight, Perhaps I have lied, hidden things and left them behind on the stars, And perhaps I only told you what you wanted to hear, a story to lose yourself in. But I...

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