Asked Poems - Poems about Asked

How on earth we have found each other? You asked in one of night messages In the facebook groups its one way or another On the same train we were passengers We got off at the same station We took the same street to the house With roses and other flowers plantation A home where you lived with your spouse The carers teams...

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Is life truly an art or just a messy canvas I never asked to touch, and death the same, a final brushstroke or just a fear hidden in dark corners? I ask this because, if life is art, then I suppose I am an artist, but shouldn't artists love what they create, find peace in their works, not feel...

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Everything was upside, down and inside out Snoopy neighbor heard a scream, and then a shout Did you investigate? Asked the police. Of course not, lied their lying niece. She had sneaked up to their window and seen the whole thing. But she wanted to save this info to go live on TV with Larry King...

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I'm often asked if there is life after death, I say yes, there certainly is, like a secret hidden in the woods, Death after life and life before death, an endless cycle, Everything continues without stopping, a river of time that cannot be dammed, We live forever and die forever, spirals of existence. As for heaven and hell, they are...

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In the silence that sings among the shadows of thoughts, they asked me what my greatest wish was, And I answered without blinking, to never fit into foreign molds, To step into rooms without bending my soul to match their contours, To move freely, unbound by mirrors reflecting only what others want to see, To be like the moon,...

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What is love, really? someone asked, and my mind flew Like a bird through the sky of memories, through valleys of deep silence, Trying to unravel a question like a riddle woven from stars, For often we lament that life is a mist, an endless race, Where time evaporates like morning dew in the sun's rays, But love... it bends...

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I told my sister; "He's kind of... A mess" After my sixth anniversary dinner. My twin sister looked at me blankly and said: "The whole family knows he's kind of a mess". Now, I'm not saying I had JUST figured this out or anything; But sometimes I wish they'd said something. I know they probably did the right thing, so...

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I asked Jack, "How can you stand to live in that box? Whiskey on the rocks?” He said, "Nah, it's much more mundane. I simply turn off my brain; then, turn it back on again, when someone else wants me to entertain....

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They asked me, “Why do you love her?” As if love could be taken apart and neatly categorized, Like items on a shopping list. They wanted me to speak on your eyes, The way they draw me in and keep me lost. They wanted me to speak on your smile, The very smile that I would kill to see. They wanted me...

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If you asked me what beautiful means, It’s being loved by a strong woman Empowered, chasing her own dreams, Engraved with grace on soft moon, beams A thoroughbred she is strong, wild, and free, A phenomenon that writes my destiny In her eyes, amber stars find their gleam, They are my novel; affections the theme If so what is beauty? Let me...

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She asked, "What does your painting mean?" I said, "Nothing really. It's just a portrait of a peaceful evening scene." She said, "But I sense something ominously stark, there, lurking behind those two figures in the dark." I said, "Oh, yeah. I see exactly what you mean.”...

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are you pho real? there is an overwhelming consensus i had to ask two people had told me they hate all soups 'it's just water and soggy food.' 'slop in a bowl.' 'looks like dish water.' what kind of reaction is this? the varieties found online are incredible i am stewing - on hearing this, a colleague said to me, 'it's like your...

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yeah, i went in and i picked up a novel and took it to the counter she said, "oooh, i do like this one. so heartbreaking and inescapable. it's about being dislocated from friends and numbing routine and desire." i said, "it's not for me, it's for my mate, bill." the bloke behind the counter came over and whispered to...

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A: I called you fool all because when you called yourself wise in your very own eyes--you first became a fool in mine. And the fool has said in her own heart that there is no God--hello fool and goodbye. Until you wise up for the...

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Why is the sky blue? Asked Jimmy Fantastic question! Why indeed? Why did The Creator Whether God or Science or a Scientific God Choose blue Instead of forest green, pale yellow, or maroon? Is it because the day seems cheerier The world brighter The people friendlier Due to the color overhead? A Mount Everest of evidence shows Humans are happier Outside Under the blue. So, why...

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