Applauds Poems - Poems about Applauds

...For my parents, I am the son who carries their prayers on his shoulders like wings of light, in a silent dance of stars gathering to build a universe worthy of their love. They say they're lucky to......

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...On some days, I am the pencil, drawing with uncertain steps hopes on sheets of paper, My hand trembles, but leaves traces of dreams still daring to take shape, Other days, I am the eraser, erasing ......

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...To speak the truth in a world woven with lies is to set yourself on fire like a torch, Just to prove you were never made of wax melted under absent gazes, They praise polite silence, mute nods, and......

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...Some evenings weigh heavily on the shoulders of the soul, the sunset spills like tea dripping onto the floor of time, and the birds, once lively metaphors of playful freedom, now seem to march tow......

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... He only sees reason In those who sing with him The same song. He disagrees with what you say And does not defend you but applauds Your right to say stupid WORDS.........

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...I loved you I loved you, I loved a person, a human, a lady, a woman, Loved a person, a human, a lady, a woman, only one. ......

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...both mother and father nurture their child in his formative years but though all three live in one home starkly different are their fears the breeze, the tree and Mother Earth take a selfie t......

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...In the absurd theater of our world, where the curtain of reason has long been torn, The puppeteers of madness move their marionettes with strings woven from illusions and empty promises. The cr......

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...Flawed is my resolve Blurred is my focus In spite all that I fight off My insatiety remains my only curse For you I begin For you I overcome As I glare at the abyss that is my sin Your appl......

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...Inspire me like seeds rejected thrown out, trampled, bruised, killed, buried yet fights it up through dirts and death, sand and dark, to form a mighty tree that forever stands: Inspire......

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...Confined, containerised, caged, by wayward ego upstaged, free from dark delusion’s chain, the Phoenix rises again. Forged from elements of earth, spirit yet bubbles in mirth, recognising lif......

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...It's one of those nights The moon hoards its light Fireflies taking stage Lighting life into our gasping breaths. Stars whispered known secrets To the cool, quiet breeze Grass beneath the she......

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... What's needed to write good poetry A vivid imagination and flair General knowledge and a good vocabulary Much love and you're almost there A sense of humour is also important Each ......

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...Cloaked in misty judgments, we have dressed ourselves, Finding in condemnation a kind of sacred and dignified sport. An inert paradigm, where blame is like a talisman That people wear proudly, bel......

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...I hate being the 'incident' of your story Hate how you once made my heart beat so fast Hate how I get a reminder of you Now we're just strangers that sometimes walk past. A memory I can't eras......

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