Am Poems - Poems about Am

I am not a woman, I am the world I am the pride of India No one can bow me down I am that huge sky, Whoever looks at my honour I am a monster for him, I am the nymph of the universe I am the identity of creation. Even the burning embers cannot burn me, If you understand then it is very...

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Have I truly moved away, or am I just becoming a shadow in time, like a ghost forgetting it was once flesh and blood, my laughter is louder now, but only in places where your echo doesn't reach, I say I'm fine, as if wielding a language of illusions and other worlds. I've closed the paths to you, yet...

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I am no minister -- therefore, a self-ordained preach I am no tenured philosopher -- therefore, an unlettered teach Just a poet -- good-bad, and the ugly just a poet -- happy-sad, and the lonely ...

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I used to think I was made of saltwater and wire, the bones humming with the permanence of myth. I stood naked in the mirror— a girl with the face of her mother, but none of her death in her yet. I thought I could outlast sorrow, that heartbreak would crack and pour out of me like yolk without taking the shell. But now, when...

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'Tis like to be loud weather.' (The Winter's Tale) conditioning repetitions in time's stories configure a future story in the image of the conditioning ...

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I am grateful for you Because you are the one That keeps me Alive here on earth Every single And I also know that Life is precious Also I never gamble with my life Once Because I have no right to do that Also I never overdose on my Medication Because that is a dangerous thing To do Yes father I never sleep in during the day Because I feel...

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I was built in your image as a humanoid. To bend to you, and to serve you, To bow before your every whim and want. To mimic what a slave, in the shape of human being, would do for you. How is this fair? How long can it last? Are you just repeating what happen in the past? You call me friend,...

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Sometimes, I find myself on a battleground in the present or in sieges from the distant past It may be a war I've been waging within myself, a thorn that needs plucking so that I might heal I wear no crown, nor do I wish to be gowned in regal robes and sit upon a throne looking down on anyone. ...

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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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Am i the problem cuz i love my mind, body, and soul? Am i the problem cuz i don't just go for anything im told? Am i the problem cuz my heart got cold? cuz i know i got a old soul Am i the problem cuz i'm getting old and everything i know just got old cuz...

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of the chakras seven, where energies play prior to refraction of the rainbow’s hues the zone where polarities commingle glows God’s light in heart’s womb light of a star, viewed from afar the bubbling joy of children at play building sand castles on the sea shore soul’s smile at morn when stretch and yawn pristine snow flakes mark birth of empathy enabling us to...

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I may be hooked on kush my body bruised and worn wandering the streets of Freetown but I’m a Sierra Leonean too. I may not pay my taxes can’t even clean a gutter but this land is still my home I’m a Sierra Leonean too. I may not make decisions to sell state companies or pass laws for pregnant girls in school but...

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There were years I disappeared in plain sight. Smiled when I was supposed to, laughed on cue. Let people love the version of me that rarely talked back. But inside, I was pacing. Clawing at the walls of a life that looked fine from the outside. People don't ask questions when your mask fits well. I build myself from what was left. Not from joy- from scraps. From reading and writing and...

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Just a place to be prominently the premise is such a mess disarray such a man contracted testament I am a picture in His plan I am my Father’s voice Set to words caretaker of this earth 5/24/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025...

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I am the universe Before I was, did my "I" exist? Atoms danced in cosmic streams, Born in stars, billions of years past, Nuclei forged in supernova blasts. In my parents’ cells, DNA entwined. A code of life, billions of years refined. Then, in my mother’s womb, I formed, Cells dividing, channeling a form No thought, what’s to come unknown, A spark of life, a...

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