Been Poems - Poems about Been

Whenever troubles come my way. I turn to God and begin to pray. There is nothing he can't do. And he always has come through. With God I'll never lose the fight. Because he always makes things right. Whether the battle is people or my mind. I ask Him to fight for me every time. Let me share a fact that's true. God does...

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I sometimes wonder if the path I was meant to take was predetermined, was the word destiny birthed to be my hopeless shackles. The person I am is a result of what’s around me, but you would never really know what truly arouses me. I take a step...

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I havea zillion things to give utterance severely about. Been there Don't quit on yourself, Considering it will be distractions Along one's travels of plots and traps. Been There The visage of pieces of puzzling scars. Been There Mental and Physical Violations, Familiar faces Switching lanes, Unfamiliar places, coins tossed aside where it lands no one knows. Been...

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Supply ships arrived ready to delight the colonists It was a strange eerie day on Roanoke Island No colonist ran out to greet them The ship crews searched for them They had vanished The word Croatan was carved into an oak tree The only indication they had been there at all No bodies were found, no drag marks No sign of a struggle It...

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Had I Been I woke up, drenched in my emotions. Had I been— Had I been with a sinner, I would have never questioned my sins. Once a sacrosanct soul, now a pillar of guilt. I prefer to paint my own world, rather than let anyone paint it— and wash it away. Had I been with a lover, I would have never known what it takes to...

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All my life I have been music, a silent symphony floating through time, not the kind of melody that encourages dancing under the starlight, but the kind of music that fills your soul when you're alone and tears fall, without knowing why, like an unseen spring carving its path through rocks. Few have listened, and even fewer stayed to...

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Santa Claus, we’ve been out of touch and I don’t ask for very much but I have needs, and I’m in Dutch I want to see the light of day oh, and can you give me a sleigh and a way to forget yesterday can I have a smiling face and something that will erase memories of a certain place give me...

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I have been A grain of sand A wisp of froth Above a wave and then gone. I have been A shark’s tooth, A piece of azure glass, The clapper of a bell, The bill of a falcon, A feather floating. I have been The sound of children, A nail in the barn, The snore of a pig. I have been sky, Day, even night And the...

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Sadly as I put the pen down Trying to pour out all my emotions My trauma and my life drama then I think… Thinking that i was a writer for as long as i lived Been playing with words my whole life Book has been my friend and pen my best partner I was an author that ive never been… I...

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At thirty-eight, his story seemed to have already been written, he sipped his coffee and recalled where he went wrong or maybe got it right, for he had grown tired of the insurance game, of small offices with glass walls, of clients who came and went like faceless, soulless shadows. He was weary of the lies told to his...

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Diminuendo/Pentatoni Swooh's of oohism oohgasmic ooh's and the ah-ooh, ah;ooh's of ooh-ah's - There's ah rhythm to this that's what I heard a prefered way of doing it that's what I heard guess it aint that simple Love is only a word the cat's a little finicky and the directions blurred the chore of simplicity my need to satisfy a great deal of professionalism that's the reason why I can't...

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Wings have been lost in the abyss of time, stumps of memories remain suspended on the horizon, shadows dancing before your wandering eyes, you cover them with your palm like a mute spell, you scream into the boundless silence, praying to an absent god, but the silence remains an echo-less abyss, no murmur returns and only the void...

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I have loved and been loved, floating on ivory wings of white and pure dreams, traveling through sapphire skies where scarlet ecstasy calls to me in secret, touching silver stars that shine like the hidden desires of the heart, feeling the silky, golden, and lilac joy enveloping my harlequin heart, melting under orange delights that whisper tales of longing, each...

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Hello, my most esteemed poets, I am trying an experiment that I believe has not been done here on the PS site. I have posted a new poetry contest called "The Prismatic Self: A Gauntlet of Mirrors within the Arena.". The JUDGES have now been selected: 1. Lin Lane 2. Ink Empress 3. Duke Beaufort 4. Vanya Evangeline 5. Anne Winter 6. Hiya...

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If it had been love, why didn't you whisper it when time still had breath, when it could still weave our moments into the fabric of eternity? I wandered unknowingly, not realizing I had been thrown into a silent race, where even my steps were muffled by hesitation, like an unfinished song. I was not swift, I was not...

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