Belong Poems - Poems about Belong

Yesterday I forgot how to fly. I went to take off and the sky wouldn't take me. Clouds too puffed up to let someone like me into their streets. They must have taken them - my wings. They think I don't belong there. I know because that's where the rest of humanity is - on the ground. Now that I think about...

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Where I should have walked away I kept running back… I believed in nothing Only speculations of what love is, kept me there. I deserved better yet i waited too long Longing for things to get better… I was lied to! Deceived and given empty promises… I got used! Troubled and thrown to tremble and die I waited long to see...

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Dreams do not belong to me—they are borrowed, woven over time by unseen hands, bearing the secrets of the world, Voices that sing into my marrow, whispering ancient incantations: "Thus must you excel in the vast universe," Success is a slow and silent growth, a seed hidden beneath the soil of dreams, not a dazzling trophy, And yet,...

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In my heart, a reliquary, gather teeth that do not belong to me, but are those of voices I swallowed out of politeness, unwillingly, they echo in silence like relics of a gentler, forgotten violence, and I polish them with guilt until they shine like silent confessions. I tell myself there is beauty in this digestion of thoughts and...

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These words do not belong to me, they are parasites burrowing into the core of my thoughts, demanding flesh and permanence, as if ink could defy relentless entropy. They are called prophecies, but I have seen oracles reduced to mere footnotes, revelations turned to dust, words as a futile rebellion against time. They infest my hands, winding from wrist...

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I do not want to be here where I have to act like my pain is not there I do not want to be here for no one will ever understand I do not want to be here for I feel so inferior Like I am not good enough I do not want to be...

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too black for the white kids but their parents say i'm too white for the blacks it's sad and dividing like they're making us walk on opposite side of train tracks they talk about no racism no more i think it's all talk and lies they don't talk about invasions on shore and killing the black man where he lies how do you...

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Standing strong, All day Long, Staying headstrong, Playing along. Finding where you belong, Creating a theme song, Singing all day long, Standing strong, Right where you belong....

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The weight of lives, lost and saved, presses on my soul. I’ve traded death for death, a grim currency that buys no peace. The battlefield is a cruel stage, where the hero and the villain share the same bloody spotlight. I’ve felt the cold satisfaction of a kill, a twisted high that numbs the conscience. Yet,...

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A glistening sun-baked day Blue sky reverberates into deeper blue Light shimmers in pixels A yellow butterfly flutters against the petals of a flower, Like a piece of paper caught in a breeze, It lilts and lolls and lifts lazily A dog shifts on the cool concrete floor Stretches legs and rolls over murmuring On the edge of the shady bird bath,...

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In the quiet now, Dreams align with present peace— Here, where I belong....

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Pumpkins, cornstalks, apples galore Crisp leaves falling at the back door Gentle twilight, breathless with song Fall’s the season where I belong Crimson maples and golden oaks Quiet rhythms from God’s soft brushstrokes Seasonal bliss comes on so strong Fall’s the season where I belong Honey sun climbs through cobalt skies Faint wind speaks to the old and wise Dew trickles weep for all that’s...

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That other world is out there, beyond the quiet I keep bubbled around me, the noise growing louder along the flag strewn streets, banging drums marshaling the inflamed minds of the masses. Something has gone wrong. I no longer feel I belong. I keep my door closed and curtains drawn to shut out the anger from a passing mob, reinforce the boundaries of my home with walls of...

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May all of us be blessed… every child, every woman every man…. to live a life with a motto like the city of Spokane. It’s a beautifully simple motto… but it’s meaning is so powerful and strong… The motto of this city: In Spokane we all belong ...

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Some beings belong neither to society nor to dreams, They belong to an isolated fate, to an unknown hope. Their open acts seem anterior to the first accusations of time and the apathy of the heavens. It occurs to no one to employ them. The future melts before their gaze. They are the noblest and the most disquieting. Some of them...

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