Breath Poems - Poems about Breath

She's steadily Keeping me busy Even when I'm idle She's always on my mind Because I miss her like breath She's an idol She's always racing in my mind. My mind is flooded With thoughts of her I think I'm addicted to her A moment without her It's the moment of hell She's my heaven, the one I lean on. I've been lost In her way Without...

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like a breath of fresh air... and all things considered, broadcast on national public radio Frequency: 90.9WHYY-FM, I (a liberal democrat) counted myself as an avid fan particularly listening to the prairie home companion during half life of mine arbitrarily referenced yardstick of one measly mortal male Matthew Scott Harris, whose chronological years athwart planet earth elapsed within figurative or literal eye blink, one humble human among rank and file cosmic flotsam and...

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Original Haiku by Michael R. Burch Keywords/Tags: haiku, original, sky, breath, existence, night, dark, darkness, leaf, autumn, fall, leaves, universe, beauty, loneliness, night, stars, moon should the sky fall, let my last breath praise Your existence —Michael R. Burch It ever was night, yet in the darkness I found you, shining, bright. —Michael R. Burch a last leaf clinging to life declines to fall... —Michael R. Burch the Universe, dazzled...

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Blow gently upon a dandelion puff, a hundred seedbearing spores will parachute into the air to consecrate the earth. The wind does this, but the wind is blind, blundering animals may disperse them also, yet on a breezeless day you are the miracle, for only you impart direction and purpose. "Have I not said that ye are Gods?"...

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In a café's hush, two lovers sit as pawns, at dawn's closed gate before hope dawns. They clutch their marriage paper, creased and thin— proof against arrest for love's small sin. The morality police come with boots of dust, their eyes demand: "Show papers or be crushed." A wedding ring means little, vows mean less, when breathing love becomes a crime to...

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If You were mine, I would wake to the taste of rain on your shoulder blade, trace the salt-paths sleep leaves on your temple, and let morning spill through the crack beneath our door. When you turn toward me in lamplight, I would memorize how shadows collect in the hollow of your throat, how your pulse drums against my palm— a Morse code spelling what I...

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In twilight’s breath, dark swallowing light Cloaked in shadows of dry gin and vermouth Echoes growing louder in council of secrets No longer muffled whispers of raven flight But Polly wants a cracker perched on a wooden throne Yet feast on the bones Polly has got a pair of big childish and curious eyes A body full of curves made for adventure And...

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Where streetlights flicker and windows gleam, I heard her heels on dark concrete— sharp clicks slicing midnight air like glass, slender black stilettos dancing on wet cobblestones, her cigarette a crimson flame against a city thick with dreams. Blood-red lipstick, dark gold nail polish, tight black leather jacket clinging to her frame, short skirt spinning with each step, dark hair cascading down her shoulders like a...

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When I set out to write a love poem, I imagine you as the crack before thunder finds its voice, your breath breaking the laws of gravity between us. You are no angel— but something that makes clocks forget their purpose, your pulse spelling your name beneath my skin. The coffee cup you leave steaming near the sink outlasts your absence by exactly seven...

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Love, he says, sounds like a door closing softly in a room he built for your name— that deliberate click of the latch catching on possibility, the way silence expands after the last word has been spoken. Watch him afterward: how he becomes a man translating himself into a language he's never learned, his phone glowing at 3 AM with your name typed, erased into the void...

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breathless at line's end with the phrase too long to sing I asked for right time ~ No syllables after noon No words beyond 9:30...

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J-ogging U-ses L-egs I-n E-xercise T-o V-alidly E-nergize L-ungs A-nd S-imply C-atch O-xygen ©bfa060125 Monocrostic (Birthday of Juliet Velasco)...

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A-mazon N-ature's G-reen E-mbodiment L-ushly H-elps I-ts P-lanet O-n L-eaves I-n T-rees O-xygenating ©bfa060525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Angel P. Hipolito)...

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I close my eyes, Be still my heart, I’m not ready to be apart, Beating deep, A saddened heart, Nobody said it would be this hard, Pain runs deep, Flowing in these veins of mine, Forever wouldn’t have been enough time, Tears flow, One at a time, This much hurt should be a crime, Now I stand alone, The sun brings a new dawn, A new day...

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My Breath Each time I inhale, I feel God's touch even in sorrow. I know I'm not an angel, But in spirit, God gave me a halo. I don't need fancy words to pray — Just the depth of breath I take. He listens in silence, Even when I break. Storms at sea, drowning the fire in me, Yet in my breath...

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