Becomes Poems - Poems about Becomes

I write, because if I do not write, I fear I have never been. I write, because my body no longer fits except on the page. my poetry is not recited. it is washed in a basin, hung to dry in the cold, and smells of unsaid life. whoever reads and does not weep, has not understood. who closes the book and falls silent, is my brother....

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I have known the hollow silence of empty hands, once full of gold, now dust and fading strands. I gave my heart in seasons bright and fair, helping those in need, with love laid bare. But when the coins ran out, the doors grew cold, no pennies left to buy a dream or hold. Help came shackled, wrapped in debt’s tight...

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In the blue morning, the sky becomes a shining sapphire, Golden rays paint stories on the earth, like a dreaming dream, Love is born in the soul, a rare flower at dawn's first light, Forgiveness gently descends like rain, soothing hearts that have suffered and sighed. Your serene gaze, like the sea under the moon, reflects deep longings in...

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If You were mine, I would wake to the taste of rain on your shoulder blade, trace the salt-paths sleep leaves on your temple, and let morning spill through the crack beneath our door. When you turn toward me in lamplight, I would memorize how shadows collect in the hollow of your throat, how your pulse drums against my palm— a Morse code spelling what I...

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In whispers of lyric and rhythm, we find, Resonate echoes, the heart intertwined. To contemplate in shadows, where thoughts softly steer, Soul steering moments, where dreams draw near. Dance in the twilight, let melodies flow, Listen intently, let the beat gently show. Hear the instruments weave their stories untold,...

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We all knew a fellow named ‘Tiny Tim’ Fit as a fiddle, though extremely slim Poor Tim had weakling muscles And needed a side hustle ...

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It Frames your face Shapes your smile Dances when you chuckle Breathes on chord of wind Covers, envelops, enshrouds With strands and strings Tuned In...

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In the depths of silence, when quiet becomes a deep and unwavering tomb, where the echo of old certainties dissolves under the shadow of a bygone memory, there, among the fragments of stillness, the subtle whispers of a new direction appear, like a thread of light piercing through the cracks of an old wall, promising a secret spring. In...

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Once there stood a golden field, Swaying crops, a farmer's yield. Morning songs of birds took flight, Beneath the sky so vast and bright. The village paths, of dust and stone, Where children laughed and cattle roamed, Now paved with tar, so smooth and wide, Where restless cars and buses glide. The thatched-roof homes with lantern’s glow, Replaced by lights in glassy rows. The banyan...

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The one who cries without tears, without a sound— That’s a father. The one who wears the cracks of his children’s fate Like bangles on his own wrist— That’s a father. New shoes enter the house, But his soles are worn down to nothing— That’s a father. The one who dreams through others' eyes, And carries those dreams in his heart— That’s a father. It’s true,...

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Virtual Insanity Becomes World Reality The accursed news, so obviously painful to this poetess! That we earthlings decided were in need no of divine intervention. Yes…wanting none of God's love or, attention? Oh, indeed some not only scoff but pay no heed to God’s direction? Get real,my intellectually bright friends! How many...

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The pool becomes a canvas, whitening all the scars that hurt, Allowing you to escape from the shadows that hide easily beneath the foam, As if the stains of being touched, wounded, and haunted, Had melted into the silent water that embraced you. As the heavy weight fills your lungs with silent water, A strange clarity emerges, drowning out lost...

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I used to speak in whispers, words swallowed before they could leave my lips. My silence was like a shield, a cage, something to keep me safe. But silence has a weight, it bends you, presses you, until you crack open, until the words escape. Now I speak, not for them, but for me. And though it still trembles, I speak....

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Edith was filled with blind invidiousness Everything Norma did irritated her Edith could not release her envy Focusing her attention on Norma’s every step Every word she said, everything she did annoyed Edith She began scheming how to make her enemy disappear Crazy jealousy had turned Edith into a potential killer She spent day and night imagining Norma’s demise When Norma arrived to...

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As we live, the utility of life becomes like a shadow, The universe unfolds like a canvas of hidden perfection, Everything we call useful finds its essence in the eye of the beholder, Uselessness reveals its value like a pearl in the depths. To live is to open like a flower to new horizons, Which expand the soul, enriching it...

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