Blank Poems - Poems about Blank

You are whatever you are. And I am whatever I want. So take me how? However I come. My stars won't let me fall far. Flowers and rainbows are all covered in scars. So keep counting your wishes like bugs in a jar. Nobody ever tells you that life's is this hard.t They just spin you around until you fall down. Round and round,...

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Two Pieces of Wood From trees that grew somewhere Cut down and then sawn A carpenter chose two pieces of wood One short and one long. He joined them together In the shape of a cross For another good carpenter Whose life would be lost. On that cross, crucified, Jesus, nailed hands and feet Our precious Saviour, Crucifixion complete. “Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of...

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My dearest love, I pray that theses words find the strength to covey beyond the mere definitions they keep. I seem to have lost you in a riddle, a battle of inability's. or at the very least I've misplaced you within corrupted ideas of what you and i once were, a totality thru a proximity of...

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My love, you want it Then step back Give me room. My hate, we got it just sit wait right here My rage, forget it just wait just wait right here. So long, and forgotten my love, she died right here So close to what she wanted My fear It won't take hold. My dearly departed my love, she died right here close to what...

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A pillow and a blanket I have brought up here It’s marvelous today, warm balmy air Rejuvenating me, as nothing else can Kansas in May, better than the promised land...

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A bouquet of blossoms The calmness in the forest I felt his one eye willy against my ribs In a nanosecond, he became a minute man Was this a midwinter dream? I smile and then I kiss his neck, he whispers, honey, I hope that you are not upset, Darn! I was so ashamed of this One minute man, Viagra is all I can...

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How can I, make you move When I can't find words to describe how I feel inside, so I cry. I close my eyes sometimes. To pacify the time, this fragile thing called life. we all have stars in our eyes some have dreams that died it shapes the wake of our life's...

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There's a place without walls for those that swear that they are floors. and oh how they died like a flowers bloom they lie so still in forgotten tombs Its not to late to care. I know a place where we could go. It feeds on your fear to sooth your soul here's all the words you were trying to...

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When God makes a promise He keeps it. He never denies He never retracts it. He’s faithful and true For he wants to bless you. So believe him, just believe him, And enjoy what he’s promised He’ll always be true To every promise to you So believe him for ever And enjoy him for ever. ...

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Rolex If it’s a creation, then science and spirit should explain each other. Not argue. Not compete. They should echo. Like a wave entering water— and the water nods. I was born into a field, not a house. The floor, the couch, the corners— they didn’t creak. They hummed. The rooms didn’t scare me. The electrons did. The lies— It came through pattern. Through footsteps stored in drywall. Through the breath...

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If I tell you I saw a rose blooming in the heart of winter, you might not believe me, especially if you're among those who struggle to stay afloat. But that rose serves as a powerful reminder of something we’ve forgotten. For me, it represents resilience and hope. During summer, I often ponder whether we ever...

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Hazy, Rampant, Hammering foggy-headed, i must be lazy enough to put just the right effort in. it drips down and stains the pore. my disease is acidic, fatal, and the way that your alkali sense draws me in ... how i'd beg to neutralise once more. but the ants won't push against my unmoving tyres. and anywho, isn't this against your morals? Vivid,...

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O! Same place, same time morning chill and cracks of sun curled in dark doorway her shape, her pulse same line Same doorway she calls her home ‘tween supplements west and bath bombs east colours waft and mingle, stenches wrap early morning baking under all Breathing rasping cocoon of red cloth silent breaths thru curved teeth flicking thoughts, cloudlike slip ear to ear passing dreams, rapid cut,...

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While engaged in a conversation, Mohit Ul Alam Sir and me were hilariously flipping with the word 'gap', as some may seek gap (opportunities to shirk) in our works. He advised me to write something on it. I am cought up with a thought!! G A P "Fill in the gaps" -- As we know,...

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Within the dust of bones and temple stones, A whisper walks—more felt than clearly shown. Not blood nor birth, nor lineage laced with gold, But trembling trust the ancient prophets hold. What weight has faith, that it should stretch through time, And echo in the silent church-bell’s chime? What proof resides in relics made of air, But that the unseen realm is...

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