Anyway Poems - Poems about Anyway

I held on all that time, believing your lie, Thinking you were using me deep down inside, When I questioned things you reassured me and made me believe, That this whole time you were in love with me, Just one question after I sacrificed my whole life, And the response was I don't know if I want to be with...

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We name them anyway— in a world unraveling, thread by thread— we name them Hope, and Rain, and Wildflower, as if language alone could save them. We teach them to walk on melting ground, to laugh in the shadow of sirens, to draw suns on walls as forests burn beyond the glass. We hold them close, not because we believe the world will be kind— but because...

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I heard you were gone from someone who didn’t know what you once meant to me. They said it flat, like it was weather. “He passed last week.” And suddenly, the air changed. I didn’t ask for details. I just drove. Quiet. Alone. Like we always said we never would be. At the service, they spoke of your laugh. Your stubbornness. The way you always showed up for people. And I smiled, because...

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It Didn’t Matter Anyway…. Liberation is knowing what is, Ignorance is not. What is, is always simply what is, So liberation and ignorance  Are both ephemeral phenomena; Mere waves of perception On the surface of vastness. (5/17/25)...

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Every echo that falls from your shadowed line, Or silence that hums like a hymn half-said Ah, I hear… sorrow speaks through you So yes, I know —You're the song my soul has bled Each branch that bows where the breeze once played, Or the stillness where sunlight used to stay Ah, I see… beauty fades without you So yes, I know...

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Possibilities bloom before my very eyes of gifts that will my lovely wife surprise ... Imagine her delight when on Mother’s Day ~ that roll of $100’s with ‘opm’ I pay* ...

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Lift the chin, my friend. Let the dawn break through whatever yesterday left behind. The path was never meant to be clean or quiet— it’s blood, and gravel, and stubborn breath. But you’re not walking it alone. We carry one another in sideways glances, in cracked smiles, in hands we didn’t expect to hold us. In the eyes around you, look again— there’s fire there, flickering low, waiting for someone to believe in it. Speak...

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When you think God spoke to you. Write down what he said to do. Do you feel peace in your heart? If so that's where you need to start. To verify the voice you've heard. Does it line up with God's word? Now you have two things to compare. The thought you have. The word that's there. Does it say to you "Be...

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The bed is soft, familiar. Not comfort, not really, just known. A sinking, a settling, the weight of existing pressing down, but not enough to break me. The dishes stack in the sink, a quiet monument to days slipping by. My phone buzzes, I don’t check. The world is moving, but I am not. Not yet. And still - something in my chest tightens, not in...

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in a world where goodness may seem pointless where kindness may seem but a drop in the sea karma is a concept that won't get old for peace of mind it is the master key AP: 3rd place 2025...

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The universe listened anyway. Just like the rest ,yesterday was not too lit, I was there in my balcony,the cool and calm breeze welcoming and swinging my soul , While hugging my knees I sit. It was a ritual on the days I felt high or low, The wind would bring the best essence of the flowers from someone's...

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Always messing up When I feel so upset Going all in way too hard To lose another stupid bet Losing all my hard earned money Yet again I am robbed blind At this point it’s all quite funny I have no more strength to mind Bet it all on my bad choices I will give in to my voices I’ll sit back and have a...

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Some gloom took her from me. Or was it hate? Or did it rest somewhere between the two? She's gone is what matters. The cars pass anyway. The wind blows anyway. That new apartment block gets built anyway. The grass grows anyway and is cut down and grows and is cut down and grows and is cut down and grows and is...

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Whose life it is anyway Because He is always smoking A joint He doesn't care About his life It is very sad Because he Doesn't know that A joint is very Addictive And slowly he is Killing himself Every single day Because he smokes A joint every day Yes he will Die with cancer Also, he doesn't Know that life Is also very precious Yes I am his father I made him in my Image Then I placed him Here...

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Anyway I listened Not meaning to Just idly listened To her As she softly counted The stars ...

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