Choose Poems - Poems about Choose

I choose AII of you people To be my friends AIso we have a lot In common I am a Christian And you people Are also Christians From birth To adult life Also people I am God's poet And you people are AIso a poet I go to bed early every Single night And you people Also go to bed early The next day I wake up at 11:00 am All of you people AII of...

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So, what, we choose, inflated child's balloon Right now, so aggravated, someone got my dad's phone number and the pay back will be soon. By all means, attack the guy in a saloon not some old guy of peace, and laying most days in slumber, Not wishing can excuse your greens. How dare and I speak figuratively, red are my eyes and sinfully, I have you and...

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Love roads are all around, we can pick the best road. Sometimes we travel on a road of love, we find it nice and sunny and smooth. Sometimes we pick a road that looks unsure, not easy to see the end. Sometimes we are on a road that feels and looks good but turns out...

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"Lingering leaves of gold frolic / frolicked in the autumn wind" Quote by the sponsor A crisp chill in the air, not being warmed by the sun. I hear rustling, a sure sign that autumn has begun. "Lingering leaves of gold frolic / frolicked in the autumn wind" My love of Autumn and its gold leaves will never...

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Ashby v White, if applied right.' With the script i do not Comply' at the ballot will belie.) Remove misogeny from On high..Why choose to be opressed? Once this reality Is addressed.' Other lands should follow suit? Then your Fate will not be moot.' (The no longer to be trusted) Shall then really find they're busted.' So be ready...

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Troubled men chase illusive Peace with sharpened knives and smoking guns. They recklessly wield all manner of weapons under the sinking, blood-red sun. But Peace is an individual choice, evoked through conscious decision That arises from deliberate and heart-felt aversion for the ultimate collision. At the personal level, if you are not at Peace it means you have chosen wrongly. Your reality rests in...

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I choose blue—though none called to me before. Or at least were never heard, lost in silence’ door. The threshold of the null, where colors fade and stall. Turning in no real direction, Not tall, just not at all. AI tells me its favourite is blue— a choice made where no choosing grew. I choose to ask it—an I for an I, Ourselves...

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In lifestyle—I choose life. In religious life—I choose life. In social life—I choose life. In fake life—I choose life. Choice is ours to make, But better a living ass than a dead emperor. For all you know, this choice is preconditioned on life. Choose life and the fullness thereof....

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I’ve learned to move through this world at a pace that feels honest to me— not slow, not fast, just real. People mean well, I know. They offer paths, perspectives, suggestions shaped by their own lived truths. Sometimes I listen closely, sometimes I don’t. But I’ve come to understand that I’m allowed to choose when I open the door. Not out of stubbornness, but because...

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With an unfamiliar phrase, she reassured me. the fact that clouds are always passing, Additionally, the burden we are currently bearing No difference will be made as the night becomes glassy. We sat there with our legs crossed on the old grass, Using silence as a form of communication. The world slowed down, the atmosphere was pleasant, A little cool and a...

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Sometimes – many times I’m busier than I would like to be, I find myself hurrying through the days as they pass by, laughing at my scurrying like a squirrel, they say – hustling but should I hurry this way? Sometimes, many times I’m focused more on the pay than the miracles wonders surrounding me, the music of the wind in the trees the beautiful skies,...

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Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die—quote by Carrie Fisher You must pick one or the other time has passed Warning signs have stopped tipped the scales caution is not priority in here fairy tales Why come to this, and all for what? All or nothing, the game is on Extraction...

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Choose me, when the silent storm of my own uncertainty tears the seams of my being like lightning splitting the sky, when my heart becomes a battlefield, and doubts are invisible soldiers marching against the truth you have always carried like an unwavering light. Choose me, even when I break under the weight of self-doubt, when my soul is a sculpture...

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Wandering through dreams and silences, I choose to survive or submit, the blow is different now, no longer what it once was, a faint echo. Submission was just a bow, and life promised a new fight, survival was mere awakening, without titles and hollow possessions. The world, with its sweet pursuit, has left holes in our souls and chipped...

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When health scares are touted.' Check saftey rules are not Flouted, or all futures may well end up being worse.' My advice is; try not to be (too science averse)! ...

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