Begun Poems - Poems about Begun

An angel and a devil work me over every morn Contending for ownership to neither (am I) forsworn I tell myself I won’t succumb to the...

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You know I didn’t want you to leave that night, I didn’t want you to go, I was just starting to slip out of my comfort zone, I really love you more then you would think, I love you because you were my everything, the heart I thought about no matter when we were...

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My story has begun, come listen my daughter and son. Colorful building blocks are always fun, look I am almost done. We can go outside and run, playing under the big yellow sun. Gray elephant daddy won, my animal friends I love each one....

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The alienation that leads to human tragedy it centres around the irreverence shown towards the truth Nothingness has this strange way of manipulating something Take for arguments sake can a liar become truthful or bad in sinful manners become good and serving faith murder is considered an act of kindness getting rid of burdens What way...

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He Has only Just Begun He has only just begun creating new days whether inside hours or by the river that flows from the throne of the Lamb. He has only just started planning for fresh sunsets in loving hues never witnessed on Heavenly streets or asphalt highways. He has only just started rolling out plans for forests...

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”He is THE Creator, because “Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made” ...

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It comes out of its chamber, Summoned by the evening, It stands on its podium, A lamp for the night, It tells us it’s time to retreat, Rest for a while in the twilight blues, Let go of the burdens of the day, Tomorrow’s city doesn’t want to be overburdened. Sometimes it stands alone, Sometimes it is surrounded by its compatriots, Even in the darkest...

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of late when I wander through an obstacle without relief, throbbing breaths heave into evenings dark as raven's plume... and the crux of angst welcomes my own fables, my stories reflecting glassy eyes immersed in cries and doubt. as space of uncertainty drowns , I wrestle with faith on edge...yet in slow motion, cool breezes fill the vacant gaps allowing my sighs a meditative...

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As long as he was hale and hearty, has not uttered the name of God. Until things went well as per his plan, has not offered prayers to Him. Taking pride in his youthful vigour, and very handsome Cupid figure, has not felt His holy presence. Failing to see Him in every heart, and running after physical pleasures, he whiled away his precious time. Now,...

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After a long sojourn away I returned to God attending mass every day and visiting the chapel betwixt a quiet interlude, blessed silence; Sick and broken lost and afraid I sat there in my pew and opened my heart It wasn't long before my eyes found Him and when they did, the tears flowed...

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Schumann’s resonance rising Magnetism impacting gravity Pores of space begin dilating Admitting within ethereal light Altering reality as we know it Incomprehensible to our mind Outgrowing cocoon of the ego Pristine soul spreads its wings Resting mind, shifting to heart Poised in time stretched calm Wherein one with the universe The drop becomes the ocean Omnipresent in the vast void Inseparable from the all that is The...

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If you’re only a teen, you may carry the weight, Of a past you abhor and a present you hate, You may live in your room, like a temple of doom, But the rest of your day is a book and a broom. Oh, why am I here, oh why am I me, Oh why am I here...

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The chirping of the first bird to which I listen And the first ray of the sun that glistens Are not the beginnings, yet, continuations? Of his caring hand, carrying on its liberation Like untimely drizzling and winged termites Surprises set in with inexplicable delights. Each petal that unfurls from fresh flowers Rays that spread out like rainbow showers Movements of the mind...

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Stoned out of concentration, my eyes stared deep into the padded grey church walls, ambient coloured lights flashed through the tinted windows dancing up the ceilings, and tunes of melodious worship shadowed past my ears. I never wanted a cut on my body. "you have a cyst in both ovaries and it requires prompt surgery." The...

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When might it have started? When did this whole thing start? ‘Beginning’ is too hard a concept, it is too natural a word, It is too common a daily lifestyle that too many cross over it like Butterflies in the midst of summer, like little waves in a pond of Lily leaves. Do you know how...

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