Called Poems - Poems about Called

A field where the departed rest, Some have toiled on this earth and given their best. We bring flowers as we mourn for those we've lost, Grieving deeply, our hearts feel its cost. A field where silence drowns the noise of the day, The soul has passed through the last...

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Sometimes, I find myself on a battleground in the present or in sieges from the distant past It may be a war I've been waging within myself, a thorn that needs plucking so that I might heal I wear no crown, nor do I wish to be gowned in regal robes and sit upon a throne looking down on anyone. ...

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[Verse 1] They built their fences high and wide, White porches where their secrets hide. Laughed in rooms where he’d never belong, Called him Beast when he walked too strong. No shoes, no name, just dirt and fire, Scars from hands and hired liars. He kept his voice down, learned to crawl— But they still prayed he’d never stand tall. [Verse 2] She came in...

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How deep is the hate how foolish the claims how silly the egoism how petty the jealousy how sad the lack of character how does one wake up inside the lies of poetry dead ink, a worthless soul The world is now more aware are you? ...

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A rowdy, rollicking time writhing in fresh mud and slime A pig might even call it ‘a bath’ ~ didn’t mitigate mom’s wrath ...

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An explosion of emotions Never formed into words before Dash through my brain’s network Giving me joy I guess I was never in love before There is no way to explain this world I am in Colors and emotions I have never seen have enveloped me It is like a giant hug from the universe This feeling called love...

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This thing called Death Lay me down by the one I love In the light from the moon above Let me hear his quiet breath As we face this thing called death Let me gaze upon his face Feel his body his warm embrace See the way he looks at me This is how love is supposed to be Lay me down by the...

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I watched you from quiet corners of thought, Not to be noticed, just gently caught. In the hush between moments, I saw you smile— A glimpse, a grace, enough for a while. I never belonged to the light in your eyes, But I cherished the warmth like borrowed skies. You lived your life, bold, unaware, While I stood beside you in silent...

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The phone in hand, a simple thing to do, No special date, no message bold and new. Just felt the urge, a feeling deep inside, No fancy words, no reason to hide. I just called to say I love you, it's true, This simple phrase, it bridges me to you. No birthday wish, no holiday's embrace, Just wanted warmth within this lonely...

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the silhouette of vanilla white clouds sprinkled with a twist of cinnamon singing out loud while drifting through a place called heaven and still i believe somehow ...

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Nightbird croons at me again, again beneath a sheet of clouds, like cozy pillow to my moon to tuck my ruffled mind away... Through drizzle's fading glint and flow I muse about my man's upstate ride quite distant , quite stretched the miies as evening floats in decibels of gust, rivering in tuneful pitter-patter of ticks. ~°~ ...

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The Wind arranged and rearranged the sediment ...

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Death called at my front door last night but no one was home. I might’ve invited him in but before ask for whom the doorbell tolls lest it was me he was looking for Was time up on my alarm clock or a false alarm? Jeepers creepers last night I forgot to fasten the lock but duh, he has a skeleton key and...

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I never called her closer, but they always said: if it's love, make it known, take a step closer to her, those who watch from afar write fables and dreams born of longing, but those who come closer write true stories, full of essence. But who knows, what seems like the moon from afar may become dust, light can turn...

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I've grasped at thought.' Then thought things over? Often Missed that bed of clover.' For there is many a beauty so Statuesqe.' Yet often its missed when your mind is in a Mess.' Maybe sharing thought and reason is the best i Can do.? I wish all blessings!! ( apart from dingo ') and His partisan crew.' In truth...

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