Call In Poems - Poems about Call In

they painted her backwards, a body half-forgotten by gravity, half-claimed by the red. not blood, but the color of memory when it refuses to fade. her hands— not reaching, but remembering what it felt like to be touched without bruising. there is silk at her thighs, or maybe it’s fog, or maybe it’s the ghost of a wedding dress that never got to say “i do.” red eats everything here. the...

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The Call of Peace Poem 2025: Exercise AMAN 2025: Together For Peace 2025: Choose only one master—nature. The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. Peace is liberty in tranquility. Peace begins with a smile. Peace is always beautiful. Colors are the smiles of nature. Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations. Earth and sky, woods and fields,...

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From the rising sun in the east To casted shadows after dark in the west, Our tribal marked faces show, A timeless story, aglow. Seasons come and go, Hiding shades and dimmed sparks. Beneath the sprawling swamps, Cornering meandered mangroves, Our roots run deep, Anchored in attires of legacy. Our heads see without light, Guided by old wisdom unspoken. Truth and strength wrap us, Like leaves hiding the...

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Comfort wrapped in a blanket of security Never fearing the chance of brutality Only a freedom granted to those with fair skin Greeted by the warmth of idiocy Building a racist system of legacy With followers who exhibit stupidity But useful in killing democracy To continue their self fulfilling prophecy Of forced superiority A politicians smile brings a darkness Poisonous...

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Bader means full moon in Arabic, but to me, your name carries more than light it holds the weight of my world. My life revolves around you, and I don’t remember what joy felt like before you. I pray to God each night, quietly, endlessly, that He grants you success in this dunya because my love for you means your happiness is mine. Do you love me...

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In my experience between the two I'm not naming names but what people say and what they do are not always one and the same as they don't follow through life gets in the way I understand but that's no reason not to let me know there's been a change of plan when told I'll call give you a ring is when I know I'll never hear from them ever again all...

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Please, don't call me don't love me, don't touch me (as if I was ivy) do not strangle me between hallucinatory words, woven from languid desires, let me run free, barefoot, through the morning dew, through the blooming...

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We knew from the get go after Brendon accepted the call…jettisoned old school for new cool..the Kiwi on the balcony who looks like he’s smoked some bud..having a kip..let slip..quick to quip..almost let rip..did appall..won't linger..two finger flip..nip it in the bud..say no go…skip..snip..crud dud pick…so toodlepip..tally ho to the thick not slick Bazball blip..this...

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The fire’s down to embers and the candle’s burning low And I cannot remember when we stopped watching the show The morning’s coming quickly but we’ve still so far to go ‘Before we have to greet the early morning light. Maybe just another drink then we can call it a night. The bottle’s on the table but that’s halfway ‘cross...

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don’t call me a popinjay makes me want to hop away an insult every time said May her face squished up all mean and gray...

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I didn't call him, just as the wind doesn't ask permission to caress the rusty leaves, I sat there, crushing the day in my palms like an old parchment of forgotten memories, I let the water boil, and the shadow of the apple tree poured stories onto the tired grass, He came unannounced, like an echo from another...

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I felt the call of the road like a wind carrying whispers of longing and adventure, And I ventured on the wings of the unknown, through deserts scorched by the blazing sun. I traveled through the endless fields of secret dreams, where the horizon whispers secrets, I wanted to discover what the world hides beneath its veil of...

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Your call resonates like a lost echo among the shadows of dusk, Deep within me, like spring water flowing towards distant lands. My heart, boundless and mysterious, responds silently, naive and gentle, As the sleepless twilight creeps again through the misted windows. The lilac and currant bow their heads gracefully in the evening wind, And my silent homeland whispers the...

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Three men. Three shadows with human faces, Hands like chains, Voices coated in liquor and cologne — That same cologne still snakes through my chest, Claws at my lungs every time I smell it. They didn’t need chains — They used hands, words, filth. And God? Stood there. Silent. Watched them rip my clothes, Rip the light from my chest, While I begged the sky for mercy That...

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Act one had just begun on the day we met how was I to know the die was cast and the stage was set Act two what was I to do when you stole my soul who'd have guessed the part was mine and I would play a leading role Act three now you're with me I put my heart into all I do should...

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