Am Poems - Poems about Am

I am the watchman on the hill, My brother’s cry, I hear it still. Though shadows stretch and winds grow wild, I’ll cross the dark to find the child. Not born of blood alone is kin, But shared the fight we hold within— When sorrow knocks or hunger calls, My hands become the sheltering walls. His burden is not his to bear, If I...

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The moment I came To realize that I was Not the man I thought. ...

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I am the brave sailor My crew mates, friends, Clothed in sorrow Like lost children Following the nearest stranger home I lead them with my heart As we sail through the masses Of our duly colored peers But the captain of a ship Isn’t the best navigator I feel the pull of the crowd As I lose myself to the bleak And leave my...

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“Your laugh is annoying” My laugh authentic. My laugh is unique. My laugh brings joy. “Your smile is ugly” People fall in love with my smile. My smile isn’t fake. My smile shows emotion. “You’re weak” I have carried burdens for people that bring down my shoulders. My limbs show what I’ve been through and that I’m still here despite the challenges. I never give up and...

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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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I open the window The sun shines on my eyes And I think What will I be remembered for And then I look down Seeing a poor man lying on the ground People will forget me won't they Just move on without noticing Because there are billions of people in this world Just like grains of sand You'll step over it because of...

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I AM POETRY ‘In the Beginning was the Word’ light penetrated dark sound big-banged birthed three in One creating ~ P o e t r y ~ I am this poised superlative unchanging yet exotically emitting all that changes I am Poetry fruit of my desires dropping when fully ripened as words speaking to people faraway nourishing or subtracting What matters...

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I am an appendage. I am a tool. I am his accompaniment. I am an addition. I am an attachment. I am the accretion formed from abuse. I am nothing without him to tell me what I am worth. I am only something when he loves me. I am only worth anything when I am convenient. I am supposed to...

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MONITOR Just there for display, my role is passive Just on off or sleep, as I never do much As I’m of that older generation, you see We even used to be designated an LCD Yet familiar with acronyms, such as USB But now, some are responding to touch And ever larger, some are quite massive Proud of my role, and to...

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presence unresistant transmutes as the flame living light self-existent that has no name...

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A way home. Doors and forests. Resting on a bench. Lurking. We are normal. I like to walk across mysterious bridges. I could go home anytime. Portals can take you anywhere. I want to go. We are normal. Normalcy. Typical. Portals. And time. And shimmering. On the way home, home, home… We are normal! We like to do...

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Every challenge, Every heartbreak, Every struggle I've endured, Shaped me the person I become I let pain defines me, I allow pain to refines me, I learned healing isn't about Erasing the past but integrating lessons, Reclaiming power and using my story To uplift others to know life's purpose....

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Blissful I am ...

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I am the rhythm in your heart, I am there in every beat. I radiate throughout your being, from your head down to your feet. I am everything you feel and everything that you are I am the dreams that you dare to dream, I am your guiding star. I am the life force that drives you every morning...

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behold, the Paranoid Schizoid. lost in the void, he’s an android. the Victim of a cruel trick, a tragic sort of magic, there was no favorable pick. i can see it in your eyes. they don’t speak lies. we were caught off guard. oh, my life, a splintered shard. during the sunshower, i confided in the loudest flower. and just like that, said the Bard, i’m somebody else’s...

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