Borrowed Poems - Poems about Borrowed

Tick-tock ya can’t rewind Time doesn’t stop or fall behind Clock hands cut like a sharpened knife Time doesn’t lose it runs your life Born with a cry blink then you're grown Chasing years you’ll never own Gold turns gray fast and sly Can’t outpace it don’t even try Heroes fall and empires bend Every story meets its end Watches shine but they betray Marking life...

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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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We spend our time on wasted days And cheaply sell our souls for ways To cheat the forms of our decline And stretch the skein of borrowed time...

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do you remember do you remember... there were empty stairways of two flights or more the sweet aroma from the candy store endless chatter floating free from laughing people…like you and me stolen kisses in the afternoon on a borrowed blanket from another room we lost all track of minutes past hoping minutes and kisses would forever last do you remember... there were raindrops falling all around and we...

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She is not impressed by your borrowed brilliance, By the overly polished theories that hang from your lips like cheap jewelry, No—she feeds on rarer flesh, nourishment for the chosen soul, She feasts on the marrow of irreversible philosophy, from tongues dead for centuries, Her crown is forged from papyrus scrolls crumbled by time, Engraved with equations that keep the...

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Come on brother. See my need. You'll get it back, guaranteed. Money saved, money borrowed - will I see you tomorrow? Sure, my friend, it's my pleasure. Return it at your leisure. Money spent, money borrowed - you'll not see me tomorrow. Who said it - Shakespeare or Ben Franklin? Friends no more - take that to the banklin....

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May we be blessed to comprehend to one day understand what was obvious..what was clear to the first people who walked this land How when we look at time, the air we breathe, the rivers, the mountains, the trees, the animals…the flowers there is no mine there is no yours… there is only ours. ...

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Sorrow and tomorrow, they weigh heavy on my mind Like a burden I can't seem to leave behind But in my darkest hour, when all seems lost I turn to Jesus and he bears the cost The price of my sins, he paid with his life And in return, he saved me from eternal strife So when sorrow comes knocking at...

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Graceful elegance ...

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Holding on tight to each moment before The test results come forever unsure Reprieved for a day condition unchanged “Your numbers are stable — but cancer remains” (Ronald McDonald House: Phila. Pa, October, 2024) ...

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My grandfather’s rocking chair induces, bliss magnetism to become manifest, as vibrations from ancestors borrowed, transmuting this feeble organic form, into God’s sublime ethereal light. 1...

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The path before me is clear And I can see you gallivanting over there The water is gushing out of the stream And someone is messing with my dreams The mission of life is almost complete So meet me at the corner street I need some time by myself to figure out how the universe blend The chatter is rising, the calls are...

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I live on an island in the Pacific region The largest body of water is the OCEAN Like, can we be more Pacific? I think Christopher Columbus got lost Because the directions were not pacific Oh, excuse me, the Pacific Ocean Where you will find the small islands (micronesia) Where you will find the black islands (melanesia), Where you...

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Love unveils us from borrowed faces, It tears them away, fear and longing, from the depths of our defeated chests. I call it here "love," not just an anchor between shores of intertwined pulses, But as a being of beings, a grace that leans on hidden branches. Not in the naive, childish sense seeking solace in empty sweets, But in...

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"Marionette of Flesh in a Borrowed Dress" - Daniel Henry Rodgers The hourglass, a skeletal jester mocks in the tomb's chill Each falling grain an emaciated sigh, "Soon you'll cease to be." The mirror's cold reflection, a Gorgon's ghastly guise A marionette of flesh with vacant... hollow... colorless eyes. The worms, like pallid mourners watch me shrink A marionette of organs, cold and pale,...

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