Borrowed Poems - Poems about Borrowed

What if dawn hesitates at my window, afraid to wake the refugee's dreams? I teach my shadow to walk ahead— it knows the Damascus streets I've never seen. My homeland lives in my mother's teacup, its borders drawn in cardamom and grief. The map I carry rewrites itself each night, erasing roads that lead me home. We built our house from borrowed years. Each...

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An empty room Standing center stage She waited for her cue bassoon in hand She breathed life into "MI Stro" a ballad by Piffston Grisser" A song which curated More than four minutes She incorporated " it's gotta be" by Danny Dewmore A very popular song To the delight of those In attendance and to those Who were to view the film The staff stood and...

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On Borrowed Time This clay body doesn’t even belong to me Days are passing me by No point on chasing after the wind No one cares about your achievements No one passed by my grave in the pouring rain Empty dreams Empty plots are inviting My days are numbered Burial gates are on standby Darkness...

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A FLOWER THAT BLOOMS God sees your life as a flower That sprouts, grows, blooms, wilts, withers, and dies in one Day. And it is not so much the way the Lord sees how you were Rooted to the world But, How you attempted to bloom toward the sky. Whether your stem was broken too soon by an icy storm, Wilted...

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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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