Arrive Poems - Poems about Arrive

You were always meant to arrive before I could name you, I saw you in the hazy delirium of midnight visions, In the golden-woven horizon where dreams dissolve at dawn, I reached out to you with hands that had never touched you, Whispering your name before I even knew it, And when you came, I did not sigh in wonder, But...

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friends arrive from unexpected places Some have slipped out of the Congo One of mine is from the River Nile Oh, that is also the Congo? Who knew? I have friends all over the USA In possibly all fifty states Two friends in Australia, six or eight in the UK One friend lives in the Isle of Man They are as dissimilar as they...

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When I go to Heaven someday; my love's spirit shall lead the way. I want to meet my grandfather in a valley of pink lilies. I shall embrace my cousin in fields of tiger lilies....

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Why O Joy when ye arrive, please, But never when ye leave— Why when ye leave, rob all my ease, Why O Joy when ye arrive, please. Why, the way Moon brightens up eve, Never at dawn so pleasing is, Why O Joy when ye arrive, please, But never when ye leave. ___________________________________ Triolet |11.07.2023| joy, moon ...

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There are only so many times You can open your wardrobe and Shove the unfolded stuff in Before you have to Take a look at the back To see what's taking up All the space That day isn't today So I thought I'd write it down There's definitely a metaphor For all that ails you Within that thought...

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I know you will think of cunningness, as I am a fox. Yet, I too suffer winter just like bats, cranes, or hawks; I grow a thicker fur coat and creep into warm places, I twist and push myself in my tail, and pass cold phases...! My coat has been growing long and dense and heavy, and hard, My...

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At first, the voices go unnoticed. But soon, I realize they are attached to me. So powerful- Yet so debilitating. It is as if the voices always arrive just before me. It is as if they have become my new destination. Or maybe my new destiny. Like stardust. Like danger. So that even though I have gone missing- It...

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When you arrive, I will be there to meet you, Love. bouquet in hand - violet blooms to match your blue eyes' sparkle. And you will be there with a gift for me - the smile in your sweet eyes. 38 words checked by WordCounter Used Link #2 https://www.pinterest.com/pin/578431145904762475/ July 25, 2022 for the Short Verse Inspired By Pictures Poetry Contest Sponsor :...

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** THE GLORIES NEAR ** Here! The Glories have arrived from afar..as far as east from west. The Glories come riding mists To lead us leaping over our discontent; over waves lost from their beaches, their glimmers grayed,and moon sunken. The Glories bring our maps to The Exquisite: our longing, our desire. But, the...

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Let me live to be hundred and five, A child once again and all so naïve, Unhurried a passion Of no destination, And a journey— nowhere to arrive! _______________________________ It is the goal post, aim or ambition that snatches one away from the now-and-here of life. Living with no burden, it seems, is what makes...

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When I'm finally called and when I arrive A tsunami of tears will befall my eyes Standing there I'll see again my brother Be so amidst in embracing smother Where's dad I as I struggle with words It's been so long his voice to be heard We so wanting his embracing smother Us back together, my father and brother...

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R-ight O-pus N-icely A-pplies B-eauty O-nce R-egards J-oyfully A-rrive Topic: Birthday of Rona Borja (March 04) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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The joy they exuded was a delight in the sky They brought love to the world in the flicker of an eye We had never seen faeries as beautiful as these six. I stood there watching, completely transfixed. What sort of merriment were they bringing our way? It is only six o’clock, so I guess it will be a...

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Not much in the light that blinds. Not much in the sunny jocularity of the excited breath. Not much from the two tarnished windows. Grey matter lives as a sleepless lizard, lobotomize the beast, ideas are heavier than light, stay where the shadows dance, see the jewel set within its unlit bezel. Nothing original arrives while staring at the sun....

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B-irthday A-crostic B-rings Y-ou L-oveliness Y-ielding N-atal G-reetings O-nce L-iterary L-ines A-rrive Topic: Birthday of Babylyn O. Golla (June 01) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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