Calling Poems - Poems about Calling

"There are potential regrets we can detect and reset; regret possibilities we dumbly initiate and keep strumming; and regrets that quick boom mute to any choosing tune." ... Poet When Mom sat me on the ground, oh, meow, what fun I found. Loved the out, but now I need in more, so I call and rub our...

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If its your calling Soon one day it will happen Accept, act on it....

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A soft breeze whispered as I stood near a spread of fields where my heartfelt story was told. I recalled the beginning. The middle was unfolding and I didn’t know the end. My assignment of controlling traffic here would last two weeks yet a voice inside said this was where I was meant to be. O, the sky was so blue. A construction crew inched along the highway to...

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Q Why does Bob Barber want us to stop calling it,"the pre-tribulation rapture?" A "Because of the mid-tribulations, who believe the rapture won't happen until the mid-point of the tribulation, after three and a half years are starting to agree with us." Q What does...

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Focusing on my self; no other filtered out all negative feelings cut ties with deceptive dealings home is calling so don't bother Feeling things that make no sense a little of revenge, guilt, anger, fuss a lot of love, faith, truth, and trust Thinking of things conjuring defense Eliminate thoughts of all others took for granted with misjudgment challenging my truth with argument now stuck in...

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We often reach the future by sailing in the past Our course in life a distant breeze — that steps tomorrows mast (Dreamsleep: April, 2025) ...

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Foundation. Have you ever met someone where everything just clicked but then, for whatever tragic reason? They just disappeared? The Calling (A lone male, clutching an old photograph at midnight. Whispers, as a single white prayer candle burns) Let me in I whisper into this rising grey smoke Let its wispy tendrils carry up my plea's to wherever you are No...

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No matter how you look at it…in this picture we’re trying to paint… our world…our canvas will always be filled with devils and with saints. What makes this difficult…as we take out our brushes and sit down to paint… Is that we are humans meaning we can be both…a devil and a saint. The news is filled with stories...

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On a cozy night Very late midnight I heard a voice Calling A voice in my head As it slowly whispered. Wake up Get up It's time to act Taking action Towards your Aspirations. Wanted to fall asleep again But couldn't The voices keep screaming aloud Time waits for none Wake up, get up and take actions My spirit keeps...

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Write Eleven Beautiful Lines Poetry Contest Constance La France "A rush of excitement fills the air as their maiden voyage comes to a climax." By author Up in the sky, baby seagulls leave the crib Taking virgin wings to the blue skies and puffs of clouds The siblings' baby steps come without a rattle Only a blanket of wind at their...

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The sky is falling quietly down The evening starts to glow You let her out in the garden Commanding off you go The dusk is growing deeper And through the shift of time I hear you calling “Pippa!” And she comes back, and I Hear your “good girl” to her And Pippa wags her tail She licks your face, the image blurs You smile, the sounds...

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No more waiting No more ruminating The bitter night of hopelessness is gone The sweet light of destiny has dawned Forget the hating No more debating The Morning Glory is singing Good news, John is bringing It's Time! No more hiding No more idling The light is shining a vibrant green The road is clear with no blocks in between Forget the past No more downcast Up like the stars...

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If a zebra came calling, would I let him in? Bet I would by rule of the chinny chin chin Where would he sleep? Would he need a feathered bed? He might not be choosy, my inner thoughts said. Would this zebra have a name or would I have to name him too? Would he try to eat my sock,...

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Our lips burn like swords drawing blood out at the break of a dawn. Coughing poison droplets in the fabric the time has spun. There goes our youth forever; There goes our thoughts- all ends at nothing, and nothing ends at all. Praying lords to resuscitate their kingdoms where we reside, summon back the innocence of a child, leaving behind something worth living for. ...

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Tic Tok, days are numbered before death Clock counting each second of breath From sun up to moonlight chill of the air Constant schedule to survive life's drama Beep, beep, beep, time's calling wake up Before dawn my eyes care not to thrive Ambitious being once, now drained its thirst Time, slowly fade like decaying...

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