Cannot Poems - Poems about Cannot

We cannot blame nature for melancholy of the autumn Leaves falling down the ground Decay to enrich the soil for feeds and the fertility of the forest It's us isolated to our world of the human ignorance Excluding needs of the world that food feeds us with love of the flavors and colors And fantasy Knitting is for...

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Love is thinner than a piece of cheesecloth, transparent yet confusing to navigate. More conservative than a political debate More hearts are broken than mended . I am determined to search globally for an end to this love. We desire it fiercely and embrace our fate to heal humanity. Love may be a fleeting remedy, Yet we pursue it with fervent...

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When poetry cannot convey everything I want to say I’ll swap her for another genre ~ one that features triple entendres...

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In the mystery of the universe, where mortal hands cannot stop the fall of flowers, tears gather like pearls on the petals of destiny, without defying the law of time, for what must be, shall be, like the twilight that bows before the night, and the stars, in a trembling choir, bow to the dusk with grace and...

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the garage sale sellers could not get rid of the bike It takes a certain person, two actually, said Mike It was a tandem bike, they could not sell that day Until a giraffe family came by and happily rode it away....

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Not only did they colonise land They colonised history too They decided to make history a blank canvas To start anew By painting over the colour in white paint Hiding the accomplishments of tge black race They say slavery was in the past We need to move on But continously teach us about the holocaust And when a black...

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she was like a delicate daisy picked apart by her petals the wounds inflicted because she chose to settle what she thought was good made her colors fade a vibrant bright white turned brown then grey but as she disappeared into the ground she planted a seed that began to sprout a new growth was born a new chapter a new life her petals reborn into that...

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They ask me why I write like this, as if I have swallowed something I cannot digest, I tell them that I do not craft poems, I survive them, I carry them as a burden, Each verse is a wound that decided to speak, a silent cry in the quiet night, Each stanza is a bandage pretending to...

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I thought I had a road map in the car trunk with the spare. I thought we had a compass and I really thought you cared. So sure of our direction that I didn't check the fuel. And so, our love has stalled now, and I look just like a fool. I thought we had provisions that would last...

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I can't be sober Because I put my trust in Jehovah He's my cover So my enemies Don't take over my emotions Putting me on detention, giving me tension. He makes me fly around Many nations Without obstruction Giving me elevation Without hesitation He placed me high without hidden intentions. What will I say to thee? I'm eternally grateful! Because...

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Isn't it strange how we cannot see the air, but we feel every bit of it, it slips into our lungs without asking, leaves without farewell, and yet, we call it nothing, but it is something, the breath between silences, the ghost of a world in motion, unseen but always present around us. It weaves through the trees like...

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I want to die— not in screams, not in blood, but in a quiet room where no one waits for me. I think of suicide like a lullaby I hum alone, a final note to silence the noise in my head that never rests. But I'm scared. I'm afraid of the rope, afraid of the pills, afraid of the fall— not just the pain, but the fact that I...

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When I cannot speak, who will catch the cry That hangs on the hush of a midnight sky? Will the wind recall what I longed to say, And carry it soft through the silver-grey? The stars may glisten with borrowed grace, But they know nothing of my place— My quiet ache, my silken grief, The fragile bloom of a half-lived belief. Will the...

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Life is short, a fleeting breeze you cannot hold in your hands for long, and the world is full of questions that remain suspended in the air, unanswered. I want to explore as much as possible, to learn about cultures that clothe the heart, to speak new languages that open doors to unknown universes, to try skills that ignite...

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I fell over a chair, a table and a TV Jabberwocky fiddlesticks, I am klutzy old me! Hit my head on the table, knocked myself out on the floor. I do not believe I can be trusted to walk any more....

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