Buries Poems - Poems about Buries

... I do not at all understand the mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us. ~ Anne Lamott In the still of a quiet morning, as the......

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...A mountain tarn, a deep-water eye, high and blackly gleaming. A scramble down slippery scree to look within, then a tingling apprehension of being too close to an unbalanced footing, one th......

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...Time, that silent betrayer of dreams unraveling at dawn, Like an unseen knife cutting deep into the flesh of lost memories, Speaks to you without words, a master of crimes hidden in shadow, Raises......

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...I am kind and understanding I have survived her’s father I have survived the Connection But I am nothing without my daughter Her link has been broken But fear of death is my drive I will not ha......

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...A cloud clog of the city that keeps cars at bay waiting fir the car in the front to speed fast just to meet you at the light the loop sends thoughts of madness that lurks through the Dan Ryan o......

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...It was gloomy today i never knew why but it always seems that way in a big city the south side all lined with beautiful homes all the same sizes and shapes somehow the sun just doesn't seem t......

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... My father is no conversationalist. For all practical purposes he lives in the garage where he tinkers with nuts and bolts, the lawnmower and the car. My mother talks a lot. She lives on ......

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...Some truth about our body: Our body remembers absolutely everything It remembers what you don't remember The body reacts to danger It lives or buries unlived in feelings and emotions It tells a ......

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...A mother to you, a son to me, sucking the life out of my bosom and weep in disgust when it's saggy. Men love a tempting hole to fit in, to dissolve seeds of bliss and then chymic wring it barren o......

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...Should I write of grand romance, of star-crossed lovers tell? I've not known enough of that to really do it well. Should I write of torrid sex, hot and steamy affairs? I'm old enough now to s......

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... The skin remembers, even when the mind tries to forget Scars etched deeper than bone, a roadmap of agony They say time heals all wounds, they lie Time only buries them deeper under the layer o......

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...The Genesis of a Promised Seed was and has always been a conflict. Since primordial Eden and Eve, between her grain against devil's trick. His journey to the womb of Mary is a testament of His......

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...In an Instant 1-23-25 Contest by Craig Cornish “It is finished!” John 19:30 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In an Instant Eternity winks in a breath - Eden wakes from exile ......

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...gray squirrel buries seed in garden.... scent of almond blossoms......

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...Beneath a callused skin of light the hunched and mustered clap a prayer between a leaking sight. It is the earth that mourns itself, whether baldly thrown or loamy laid the silent soil repaint......

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