Always Poems - Poems about Always

Fragility is quite a strength just as the crucial bumblebees’ breath Perhaps not only titularly gentleness is stronger than severity . . . Channeling Emily Dickinson : To be a feather in a holocaust – hope, sewn in the soul, sings the song needed most A minor thought on regeneration : To regrow the leg the mantis lost – a marvel on...

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We knew from the get go after Brendon accepted the call…jettisoned old school for new cool..the Kiwi on the balcony who looks like he’s smoked some bud..having a kip..let slip..quick to quip..almost let rip..did appall..won't linger..two finger flip..nip it in the bud..say no go…skip..snip..crud dud pick…so toodlepip..tally ho to the thick not slick Bazball blip..this...

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My baby Fumi She never fools me She always gives me butterflies In my tummy She's so funny But not cunning She's just like my mummy She always stands for, by and with me. She always puts me Under detention Without pressure or tension But just to gain my attention Because I take her to different dimensions Leading...

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In a café’s hush, two lovers as pawns, at dawn’s closed gate before it dawns. They clutch a paper, creased and thin, their vows on trial for breathing sin. The soldiers come with boots of dust, their eyes demand, “Obey or trust?” A ring means little, papers less, they weigh our love in bitterness. Her scarf is blue; she pins it tight, a hidden...

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Army BRAT’S Always ‘Wanna’ Fly High The tradition necessitates that as a child born unto military parents Called by the beloved acronym Born Raised and Trained (BRAT’S) Be always on the spotlight as they augment and compliment The guys in uniform ever shifting from one place to another Military BRAT’S never quite settle born and raised as sojourners Born of a...

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To arms! Many arms were waving, wildly flailing in the air Incensed as if there'd been bowling pins missed for a spare Screaming and ranting about things that didn't seem fair Oh puhlease! As if it matters or as if anyone gives a care If the truth were to be told, then everyone should confess and state unequivocally that they...

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Everywhere I get to No matter where it is There are stories Some are told loudly Screamed from the mountaintop Some are whispered Barely spoken and barely heard A few are lost to time Never told or talked about Every one of them is worth knowing And being shared when it is possible The good thing is if you do share one It will never be...

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How I love him, let me tell, A simple story, known so well, Just in my heart, a constant light, He makes my world feel warm and bright. He cares for me, in gentle ways, Through sunny days and stormy grays, A steady hand, a loving gaze, He lifts me up through life's long maze. Could I ask for more, or better be? No,...

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Always the cheerleader Never the star player Always the sanctuary Never fully safe Always a poet Never a poem Always a romantic Never ‘the one’ Always smiling Never at peace Always sleeping Never fully rested Always trying Never enough Always an option Never a favorite Always a friend to all Never had a true friend Always hating myself Never truly hating others Always here to stay Never been stayed for Always begging for empathy Never understood Always terrified Never...

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The magic you will always return to, Isn't just the body of your love's quest; Like the body, your burdened soul once glue. The fragrance of her smiling face, pursue... Risk of timing grace you never confessed: The magic you will always return to, Is of unseen peering eyes beyond clue, To free the touching mind posing unrest... Like the body, your burdened...

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It’s been three years.? And I can breathe again— ?most days.? I smile without faking it,? laugh without guilt.? I’ve grown.? I’ve lived.? I’ve kept going. But then,?a photo falls out of a drawer, ?or a song finds its way through the static,? and suddenly I’m back—? not broken,? but bruised.? Not drowning, ?but still feeling the weight? of everything I can’t say to you. It doesn’t hurt like it used...

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They all took their seats round the table, It had no head, but all knew where Power sat. Summoned in haste by Ideology itself, for the matter was pressing and oddly stressing. Capitalism sat back—legs crossed, arm draped, already reclined like comfort was inherited. Feminism adjusted her seat, raised it two inches—just enough to be noticed. Consumerism fumbled with six filled bags, Communism leaned...

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There was a time your name felt like a beginning— a gentle unfolding of everything soft in a world that had grown too loud. You weren’t just someone I loved. You were a season. A chapter where the pages turned slower just to make it last. We were never chaos, never fire. We were rain on windows, late-night playlists, hands brushing in silence. Almosts wrapped in always. Goodbyes hidden...

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older is not always wiser a saying proven wrong many times I have met many wise children they recognize the power of love whereas dementia is often overlooked in elders who were never wise...

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When I open my eyes, I want to see you next to me, Forever and always. Your arms are where I belong, in the darkest of nights and in morning's dew. So, night and day, we are friends and lovers, forever and always. "I love you" is a mistake I'll make; my heart belongs to you forever and always. I...

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