Always Poems - Poems about Always

Melinda is so beautiful She's sweet like Mirinda This girl is from Florida Her best friend's name is Belinda And her younger sister linda She drives Honda. She's so classy Very unique Meek in her ways Pink her favorite color She got no body odour Always smelling like vanilla. This girl is my treasure She always tells me If you don't venture...

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I never let your name rot in anyone’s mouth. I stitched you into my shadow, wore our love like a second soul — barely tethered, always flickering, but burning just the same. You ask for trust like it’s a light switch. But trust is a bruise that doesn’t fade overnight. Now, when you speak my name, another voice stirs beneath the calm— whispers tangled in quiet echoes. I swallow...

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the jerks and monkeys no matter what all they do truth always prevails...

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I love to watch you be a women: How you wake in the morning still sluggish in your sighs The perfection of your hair array is a painted picture in my eyes Your lips a gentle caress velvety tingle mine Your kiss all the whispers of a passion still confined Your skin just receptive as all inhibitions cast to sea This close to the flame,...

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We never faked it always keeping it real When we get, we ball When we don't have, we work hard Life is dually; High or low Good or bad times, win or lose We're always ready for anything. No racing with any Steadily thriving in our lane Because we've got no mate Never to be limited, we're unlimited For we got taste, depending on our...

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My life's always been full of so much love, lust, and longing, As well as shallow lovemaking, loneliness, losses, lamenting. Feelings old and new within me are always lingering....

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It was the rat and the snake that ate each other. It was the love in them. It was the buttercup and the lupine that devoured the bees. It was the insectivore legs that tilled the crumbling fields. It was the crumbling fields that carried the legless off. It was the fox that shook its head that sprayed red. It was...

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Always gliding across wood paneled floor. Always dancing right by the bedroom door. Always squishing cookie shaped stress ball. Always bouncing off of the guest room wall....

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A couple of days ago I had an encounter It was very educational Many lives in illusion They're very delusional If you're not aware You'll fall in their well Then You start living in a warfare. They believe in illusion Which is void Thinking it's reality No wonder Christ was crucified The truth is really bitter They all like sugar...

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Whatever is great Comes with a greater Suffering Not to torture you But to nurture and structure you For what's ahead, building your focus to face whatever comes your way. What's nourishing Replenish you Not perish you The nutrition of beans Is different from that of indomie Also the time duration for preparation What's elevating always takes time. Without pressure No diamond...

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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 sit as pawns, at dawn's closed gate before hope dawns. They clutch their marriage paper, creased and thin— proof against arrest for love's small sin. The morality police come with boots of dust, their eyes demand: "Show papers or be crushed." A wedding ring means little, vows mean less, when breathing love becomes a crime to...

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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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