Atlas Poems - Poems about Atlas

the yoke we bear in time is space, the domain in which we view, all that's done comes back again, because we chose it to. when we look even deeper then, again we look some more, what we thought the weight of the world is really its only door ......

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The weight of the world Sits squarely on your shoulders Lay your burden down...

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It's 5:30 AM, sky bruised and quiet, And he’s there at my feet, my loyal companion, Eyes bright, no judgment, just need. Out we go, one steady step, then another, Field sprawled wide, we chase the edges of dawn. Back home, the soft hum of her breathing, Kids' backpacks lined, the day pulls at me Like a string too tight, ready to...

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Italy says she needed my arms around her, from bed to kitchen, she persuades me with her oven-warm hands. France leaned from a door in the Montmartre, she wolf whistles, she likes my Ringo Mexican mustache, I tell her I am John, and she frowns. Germany become a friend of my enemy, we had to do it at least once a day - in...

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I realise just how old I am, when I don't even know how facebook works, And I don't have any idea how someone twirks. I read maps from an atlas book, I don't like google and the way it looks. I like to have cash, I like the way it feels, But I guess it does make it easier to...

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My deepest fear and loneliness Loving someone else I am reading atlas Our unforgettable past People walking on the pavement I feel the very sad moment The sun is crying Our indelible ending Walking on the side of the river In my heart, I will love you forever I pick several pebbles Selling lots of red apples I want to be alone in life Playing music with a...

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Dawn, and the magpies are black and white ink on a white sky. All things sign-write and advertise something, even if that something is to stay away or I am invisible. Before I put pants on and wash my face I have already walked far, seen the road to its end, travelled beyond, made choices at forks and junctions. The town has written its...

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her spine that musical instrument I strummed plucking sounds chords and tones in axis, the toothed vertebra she turned her head saying she knew everything I know she didn't know about heathen nights and their shifting moons or all jesus christs in christianity but it's a lie as I climbed my fingers now in atlas carefully completing the bone contour even in her eye...

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Outside my window endless lifetimes to explore, adventure's atlas....

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Fall-summer-winter-Spring; C ya O2 out of breath-battle of Titans....

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spin the globe reverse – trap and throw the imp corona in death valley If I Am A Super Heroine-Hero Poetry Contest Sponsored by: JCB Burl Date: 28/8/2020 Winner : 1st place...

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Take an atlas; open it, Take my hand and point with it. You’ve saved your trips to share with me So take my hand; we’ll cross the sea....

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Upside Down World -Miss Snowy Atlas Snowy Atlas says do your exercise Feet over head, eyes to the skies Men why the pain look You're like fish on a hook Miss Snowy Atlas is off today, guys connie pachecho 12/27/17 Non contest entry Note-Charles Atlas best remembered as a renowned fitness instructor...

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"we're wasting our youth with sins who are older than us. we don't talk anymore, we're to busy standing in rain, waiting for hurricanes. there is not just one who is holding up the heavens. over years youth been burdened, we've been born with bad luck. we walk through this because the weight on our shoulders will be heavy anyway. if you can...

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Always nice to be away From people like you Who are stressing me apart, Don’t you think so? Whatever, Just in time. I was thinking deeply about All that happened in my life, Since I met you, I will never forgive, It hurts too much, Hope this party will remove such thoughts. Have a great time, Comments and feelings reserved, Showering me with your weekend lies, Coz you are...

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