Arrived Poems - Poems about Arrived

The wind arrived quietly, conservatively, meandering around my heart with soft words, playing with tendrils of my being with soft caresses, lulling my soul with gentle softness and light. Summer stretched and wove a ribbon through my emotions given freely and wantonly. Sucking the possibilities deep within to nurture a future of happy-scented days before...

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I did not summon these thoughts—they arrived already breathing, wrapped in the salty cloak of silence, like relics rising from the forgotten graves of someone else's ruins, where echoes dance like spirits in the twilight of forgetting. They shape themselves in silence—carved by unseen hands, hands that know my marrow better than my own soul, molding clarity from the fragile bones...

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xanthic daffodils swaying in the zephyr breeze ~ blackbirds build new nests...

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The sun came out, and the temperature rose. Is it Spring? Has the clock said so? We feel a light to our steps, a warming of the heart. Is it Spring? People have changed their winter coats for soft sweaters and jackets. Is it Spring? The birds have come back. The trees are full...

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Feeling old is something else Being old is out of self Getting old is finding a shelf Living old is pain itself Dying old is righteous death ...

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I cannot speak of life; I’ve just arrived here, This matter I pondered for many a year. When girls first wore trousers, I felt a dismay, From a bright future, I turned and walked away. Trousers didn’t sit well with the choices made, Leading to shameful acts, foundations betrayed. Do not defy the laws set by the Divine, No matter how strong...

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When the curtains of my eyelids moved slowly, your face arrived before the light, As if the dawn had learned from you to gently and gracefully dispel the night, The night spent all its prayers for this silent and divine moment, My hand traced the gentle contour of your cheek, and time paused for a heartbeat. Your serene smile...

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Holi Yaoshang arrived filling the atmosphere with festive mood. Then joyously the beautiful maiden danced, her movements enchanting, her smile imbued. She celebrated Spring's arrival revealing her graceful curves with delight. While from an ajar window, a dark skinned maid watched with envy as she danced in the light. ...

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OUR Hero Has ARRIVED When we were children playing in the street we had our hero, usually a rugged actor perhaps it was Gary Cooper. He had to be tall walk with a swagger  To be able to do things like flying a plane, drive  a car, horseback riding a must  There was Mars, a planet we spoke of mainly because it...

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Purpose Gifts and talent Specialized for this world Lead with love, help with compassion Mission ...

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Autumn steps in as summer’s bright shine glimmers and flee, After the heat begins to abate, autumn arrives as nature’s gift. The soft melody of the leaves and breeze fills me with glee. The season comes to sweeten with a beautifully painted face. From green to golden sheen, the trees slowly drift. The sky looks dank and blank with...

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Pink pony-tailed Polly rode in on a well-designed shoe. None of us knew her, not even my cousin gnome Begard Blue. Gnome Begard Blue had never seen anyone arrive in a shoe. He ran to meet her, but my dragon Elfie hid herself in the loo....

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Pink pony-tailed Polly rode in on a well-designed shoe. None of us knew her, not even my cousin gnome Begard Blue. Gnome Begard Blue had never seen anyone arrive in a shoe. He ran to meet her, but my dragon Elfie hid herself in the loo....

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And so it was monday again, sunday was already over? Insane. Math sheets all over the place, the space filled with treats. ,,Oh", and as with every blink time passed, night gains, fast getting homework done and then eyes close. Hair washed? Question was splasht out of my care. Forget eating and meeting friends, while they pretends' greeting,...

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Ever since I can remember, back to 1954 seems there’s been perpetual war Where have I seen that before ~ Why, in George Orwell’s ‘1984!’ ...

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