At Times Poems - Poems about At Times

At times I wonder to myself why did I even let him back too my life when he lied and betrayed me not once but twice. At times I wonder to myself do he really loves and cares about me. At times I wonder why am I doing so much for him when his not...

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Storms, those storms, do appear At times with thunderous roar Sweeping through darkened skies That shake the earth to its core Dark clouds like mourner's cloaks Gather, charcoal gray despair Lightning flashes, dances across A blackened atmosphere They've unleashed their fury Send down torrential rain Dripped-dropped upon rooftops Raising up angry Cain ...

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my world at times a maze of iron and stone corridors where escape is the longing within your hand lights upon me butterflies yield becoming doves i no longer wish to surrender emboldened by the amaranth you are i am not alone i am loved i am cherished in my life, you are the pillar Samson could never move you are that bird Emily spoke of in the worst...

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Recurrently I need sail in my dreams than living days and nights.... I'd rather talk to stars than dialoguing with human voices... Live less my body and much further my soul... be less real and be instead mysterious......

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at times grey clouds d e ...

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do come I will lead you to my favourite place a wondrous and clandestine glade where the rarest flowers show their splendor balmy herbs spread their bracing scent and mythical creatures crop up at times do come July 30, 2022 Radical Rictameter Contest Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger syllables per line: 2 4 6 8 10 8 6 4 2...

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Violets can be tones of blue Sometimes pink I do not know What do you think All glory to our Creator Beauty comes in many vibrant colors...

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I'm often called upon to write a verse for someone's birthday or a funeral, four or eight lines, rhyme scheme of ABAB or ABBA. But here are no rhyming line ends - those small, same-sound four-footer ones or those that have five feet or even more, oh more, more beats than that, yes more than that, oh more than that. Yes, no rhymes,...

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At times in the yonder, I would ponder, It's time for the inner voice to render. My soul is once again contented and rejuvenated, In silence, I spend recollecting and reflecting, To reflect on all that is done and what can be done. At times in the yonder, I ponder....

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nothing needs be said to calm the turmoil within churning your voice sweet balm soothes quenches my thirst appeases the throbbing wild inside my chest its savage emptiness that tears away in silence merciless wildfire within consumes my every fiber can’t seem to catch my breath I wait I wait and still I wait calling out loud your name still there you are calming the ache if only for a...

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What there is to offer a help, and proffer a profile (drugs) and solutions, to life and its problems and tip, do I know whether notions?, one now I found and read and meditate, that if men and women left this way, still offer to relocate...?....

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Love bananas on my spoon sizies Have a tendency to climb trees lately Grown a tail Longer arms prevail Nothing unusual but at times I screech...

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i could never at least i don’t think so but at times i wonder tonight more than ever i’m feeling the angst of troubled times my inner tower trembling maybe even crumbling shaken to the core i get a grip of myself remembering to be strong though at times i may wonder i know i could never give up i could never give in ...

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Reality is slowly kicking in, My head is in such a massive spin, I’m staying positive and hoping for something new to begin, I just need to learn to take everything on the chin, My head is still coming to terms with everything, Nobody knows what’s around the corner and what it may bring, I will do absolutely anything, Specially sit there...

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What would you know of hearts and their beating, Midst a flock of sheep in pasture bleating, Your accolade of morning dew you hoist, Anointing my tear ducts and wool with moist, I'd hang on a branch smiling upside-down, donning a natural self-imposed frown, You gravitate two fingers to your lips, Slight mocking, of a thought, shot from your hips, Card games...

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