At This Stage Poems - Poems about At This Stage

Consider the man in the street if you will what's he doing there standing stock-still maybe like the chicken he's crossing the road and half-way over with nothing better to do only slowed to admire the view perhaps he's pushing his luck for remaining stationary no doubt about it he'll be hit by a van car lorry or truck let's hope it's not...

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The vibrant popinjay has gone.' The harlequin no more really Spins in song.' The magic's now all in a can.' Younger female backers Parry times looming advance plan..' The age'd icon takes his glances Across the acres, of yearning souls in hopefull trances..Parody banners they lie.' beneath sultry skies.' Echo the effigy of the past, See it...

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Act one had just begun on the day we met how was I to know the die was cast and the stage was set Act two what was I to do when you stole my soul who'd have guessed the part was mine and I would play a leading role Act three now you're with me I put my heart into all I do should...

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You applause the actor Her harmonious tone Her play of words Her triumphs heard But do you love the stage after the song The leftover footprints from where it sang along Atoning for every step that was missed Retrieving the dust from her accomplishments The dust from the skill she used to win The dirt from the shoes that store talent within She takes a...

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On the stage of life, I paint my lips crimson, a smile stitched with invisible thread, While the scar beneath my ribs sings a melody only I can hear. The halogen spotlights burn intensely, bleaching the shadows where my pain retreats, Like a sleeping child, small, forgotten, yet still breathing in the deafening silence. Pirouetting with borrowed grace, each...

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When God steps onto the stage, the curtain slowly falls, And the world as we know it dissolves like a dream at dawn, A dream that becomes vapor, rising toward a timeless sky, And we stand on its edge, watching as all we knew Melts into a sea of light and shadow, Where outlines disappear and transform into something else, Something...

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It is Saturday everybody and I want everyone to be happy Daylight is drawing near and there are lots of things to share Putin is fighting the moon and the silent ones will be coming home soon, with tears in their eyes and nothing to show for their many years of sacrifice. They all gather on the open...

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Diagnosis:stage 4 silence Treatment:a kinder world (one where racism doesn't exist) Cure:unknown Lifespan:1-5 years, if that Symptoms: ? a silenced voice ? being black ? loss of control over body autonomy ? racism ? microaggressions ? discrimination ? stolen childhood ? stolen innocence The cancerous silence had spread through her body She had tried to tell the doctors and nurses They called her dramatic With...

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To make it on the stage, in this day and age, I'm convinced, Contacts and Clout are what it's all about. Woke up this mornin', feelin' all washed out, went down to the local drugstore, for a bottle of Clout, the druggist he said, 'Sorry son, we're all sold out.' Woke up this mornin', feelin' all turned about, went to my...

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Theatre Something happens I can't explain It feels enclosed quite like a train Within its wall you are truly set free To be yourself or who you want to be It's like, let's pretend, or dressing up Childlike feelings, they fill your cup Escaping, distracting the daily grind You can leave your worries all behind Rehearsing, sets and stage lights The anticipation of...

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I watch the play of life on the stage of time, where shadows dance endlessly, I see people without clothes and clothes without souls to wear them, Some dance with joy, others with sorrow, their steps are echoes of the world, Each moment brings laughter or tears, like a river flowing without end. In love, we see infinite colors,...

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Becoming decrepit is an inevitable occurrence Challenging wellness of its real consequence Oldness evidently attacks, confronting my denial’s insistence… Now, I must be ready midst time's persistence To face frailty courageously with joyous iridescence! Undoubtedly obvious Physical debility shows how life is precious Prodding me to value moments, being cautious Warning me that I can be both anxious and oblivious… Thus; my strength...

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As a young child of five, I found myself in dance school. It was a fun place to make new friends, as we learned about dancing. After a year of training, we were ready for our big dance recital. The exciting night finally came, we were dressed in hot pink outfits. Now it was our turn with music playing, we marched out onto...

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He steps into moonlight, strings ablaze, A spell-bound master in a midnight haze. Notes crack like lightning, dark flames rise, Echoes twisting through spectral skies. From covens deep and forests old, He forged a sound both fierce and bold. A serpent’s hiss, a banshee’s wail, His fingers dance—an...

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They told us silence was golden but we learned it was a cage. Now, the locks are rusted open and we are stepping on the stage. No more whispers in the margins no more shrinking to fit the room. We speak in every shade and story our words like seeds that bloom. We are not echoes of one another we are a rising storm,...

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