Best Explaining Poems

what if we are not a drop in the ocean
     we are needles in haystacks 
pricking fingers of those we should bleed with
   then we fall asleep for 100 years 
     and find them again
on...

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I need counseling and you are a therapist.
I need support and you hold me up.
I need acceptance and you are non-judgmental.
I need love and you give more than I ask for.
I need to talk and you are a good listener.
I need to listen and you...

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Tired of explaining      (a twist from ND. poem)

Ignoring the presence of my stillness==
As you walk with bitterness== 
Your radiance is no longer true== 
A melody with seduction over due== 
The song so bad wiped out by you== 
Rotating my abdomen==...

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If I could only steal a moment

One precious beat of your Heart

Would I be able to show you

Where would I start



How can I presume to explain Love

There are no words you have not heard

Perhaps then a Kiss, but then again

Isn't that a bit absurd



Where else...

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This reader is aware, that fall is in the air.
Astronomic poems, are simply everywhere.
So don't be surprised
If your words are apprised
By a "triple-wowsa" I left there.

In the comment section under your work,
My "triple-wowsas" do often lurk.
My highest praise,
To express my amaze
A duty which I will...

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THE COMMON COLD

Have you ever felt like you were going to die?
And you knew good and well the reason why;
and as you got sicker and sicker;
and the heavy gloom grew thicker and thicker,
it began to seem like the very end,
so I decided to call my...

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Darkness falls, the night is creeping in.
A haunting feeling crawls on your skin.
Put the kids to bed and lock the doors.
You do so carefully, sliding across the floors.

There is something about tonight I just don't like.
If it is ever going to happen, tonight it will...

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I had gone to this spot to pray
on a mid-afternoon street in the city
so busy the cars rarely make time to drive
as they sit for hours and hours on end
where I got the vague sense of familiarity
commonly experienced cloud-watching
when you see a single cloud, all...

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Innocently shocked, they surveyed their new abode
midst warm welcome of strangers introducing themselves
sweetly assuring, “We are your family --- starting today.”

Such captivating look would soon grip my heart 
when they candidly confronted me with this question I found it hard to explain 
to kids, aged...

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Let's understand that Love is not invented...
 It is ready... 
Words are not what concretes It to be...
It is the essence that is not seen... 
Love does not follow rules,
 it is an anarchist by nature ... I

We need to feel it ..
So that we...

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I waited for love
Literally staying up
Moments after chasing bucks
I’ll FaceTime you a bunch of times
You gave me butterflies

at first I seen the worm in the apple
So I didn’t appreciate you when I had you
Now I’m decreasing my value
Women see I trashed gold
Now all the kids...

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In the morning
When you smile
And snuggle closer;
I cannot find
Words to say
What you make me feel.

I can hold you
In my arms,
But you mean much more
Than I can say.
I will try
Instead to show you.

Fascinated
Just by you.
A universe for
Me to explore,
In a girl
I cannot help but

Love...

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In our nation’s final, fatal stages
Before our country falls
From cowardice within,
Our daughters die for soldier’s wages.
And when the bugle calls
Out taps…it sounds our sin....

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Drinking tea (cha)mate (herb mate) in the bombilla, is a tradition in the south of America, mainly among the gauchos (Argentine, Brazilians, etc)
The bombilla is filled with the herb mate heated in  temperature palatable and each person sucks the infusion little by little and...

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Like the mist of an early morning rain
and the love of an older dog
Like the spontaneous hug from a passing child
and coffee from a mountain fire
Like a call from an old retired friend
and the memory of one who left
Like those boots now broken in at...

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