Care For Poems - Poems about Care For

Who am I to be in pain,? When no blood gushes through my vein? Why be ecstatic when it rains, Doesn’t it end up in the drain? Why am I drenched in disdain, When I take a trip down the memory lane? Is it love, or just a glance I seek, Is the world too calloused or am I too meek? Made of...

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I love the silence between words, because when I’m talking to her, every time she stutters, my heartbeat waits for her words to make me alive again. Every time she looks at me, I think that maybe she’s the one. Every time I confess my love for her, her silence between the words makes me feel important. Was she...

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Lines in the smile By-Dominique smith 365 days make a year, those days swear are sincere, you choke on your drink at joke you just made caught you off guard. It would really make you think, would those 365 days be hard to break? While youre on the brink of tears the world still rotates. Holding...

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Her hair stood out Reaching for the skies Wishing on every star at night Someone would hear her cries Her need to have a life she doesn't just have to survive The chaos of hair confused Unsure how to keep it or what to do She is the only one in the room That had hair that flew Just a child without...

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I was born in the smoke of silence, where names were weapons, and love came laced with barbed wire. They said I was too much, too loud, too raw, a wildfire in a world of trimmed hedges. But I learned to speak in embers, to write with the...

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When I was a boy, I was snarky and coy, I learnt the lessons, when the bullies beat the heck out of me and too right as this was my personality and this little prick was being such a dick. Living so vividly being taught a lesson, I still smoked in the boy's of the toilets and got caught. The teacher waited, until I inhaled the last as I knew...

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But That Was So... I Mean, That Makes Me Such... You Know, Something Just Was Too Much, I Guess. Whatever. -Gray Squirrel 08-10-2025 ...

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The Respect Pact We believe that respect is the foundation of every meaningful relationship, community, and conversation. This pact is our shared commitment to uphold values that foster trust, empathy, and inclusion. 1. Value Every Voice - Listen actively and without interruption. - Encourage diverse perspectives and honor different experiences. - Speak with honesty, but always...

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You tell me many times… I am beautiful! Your words take me to cloud nine, In exhilaration, I sail, I float, I glide! Do I believe you, or not? Because beauty lies in the Eyes of the beholder! The world may not agree with you, But you are firm in your belief. My parents thought that Their girl was the prettiest, My kindest friends considered me...

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Pack your bags We are off to the airport Our Flight #212 was called Our plane is running down the runway Into the friendly skies European places Just you, me and anyone else who wants to join Enriched goodness and elegance Feel the avion History with its own aroma Reflecting back enjoying the laid back Relaxed setting Sights and sounds Loveliness like no other Picture perfect European cuisine Wine sip European flavor Just...

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I know where my heart lives, I've seen the unseen, Boldly I've witnessed the love in between, The madness, the chaos, the pain in their eyes, The tears they have shed in the darkness of night, The never ending faith to push forward in love, The hope that holds on and never gives up, The song that sings louder for the...

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“A people few in number” with an outsize burden to bear With Russia and Ukraine simply compare More killed there ...

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War is endless The Winters harsh Soldiers are dying Food and Water scarcity How much longer are the Solders to bare Freedom and opposition take time and endurance The Solders are embattled in their own physical survival Tears pour in how long? All for war that will not get any better One by one the Solders are falling Like Ten Little Indians and there...

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The horizon is a blade— it glints whether I run toward it or watch it withdraw. Each dawn splits me open, spilling a slow trickle of salt, as if the sea is feeding me to itself, one grain at a time. I know the undertow’s handwriting— it pulls not to drown, but to measure how far my lungs will stretch. Even in absence, the shore presses...

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I moved into Rochdale in 1964 My Grandparents and I moved in together We will not be discussing our ages Just Rochdale and its amazes History with a continued stride As a start off, I who can forget the ROCHDALE MOVIE THEATER On any given Saturday, it would be a sit down and watch movie flicks James Bond 007 and Ten Little...

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