Call Up Poems - Poems about Call Up

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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The Call to War or False Promises They spoke of honor carved in stone, Of glory waving from a hill. They lit the torch, then threw us in, And called the burning “noble will.” They draped their lies in marching drums, And wrote our names on gilded scrolls, But none could see, beneath the hymns, The hunger swallowing our souls. ...

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Help! I dropped my phone down the loo What can be done? what shall I do? Stick my hand deep into the pan I pull and tug the best I can Call a plumber or call a friend? Can't do that, phone's stuck in the bend Out I go to buy a new phone Call a plumber when I get home. ...

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I heard His name once in a story It brought tears and joy alike God would never let me down I will love Him with all my might The lessons I've learned following Jesus Have taught me wisdom and great love When I call He'll come from above Yes He will come from up above...

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