Cling To Poems - Poems about Cling To

When those in this nation, ...

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The palace of love we built ~ when our blood still flowed very warm in our veins, is now a crumbled castle — its walls with peeled paints and decayed wood; a jaded clock and faded photographs ...

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Do not go to that private school, It will affect your mental health, While the education is full of wealth, Do not put yourself on that shelf, That shelf is isolated and docile, Alone despite being surrounded, A dumb decision to make as a fool, Used as a tool to start up something new, Faced with issues many refuse to acknowledge, So...

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I live in this imaginary world, A world away from reality. I fear to open the doors, The doors to unveiled verity. I shut my eyes and wish, Wish forever to cling to this fantasy. 5/1/25...

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Chilly are moments When I am all alone Meaningless obsessions When your have no one Of your own It's the moment that I see You My numbness fades I can feel I saw it in her smile Lovers drawn together I saw in her smile These times for us To treasure Much of which is uncertain Loving you at all times When we kiss and hug each Other It just devastates my mind Maybe...

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I’ve got something to say No matter who you are, or where you’ve been, I beg of you to run from sin Dear one, Never go back to that viper pit again, May the Love of the Savior forever dwell within your heart May you cling to Him each day ...

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At the moor's edge where the cliff-drop gnaws the wind and a jutting ledge raises it hackles, fingers scrabble, skinned toes curl within stiff-jawed boots. Turn an ankle here, and you may fall unleashed to die somewhere out of sight. Do not enter your mind here in that place where a whipped dog cowers. Cling, rope yourself to the sky - Growl. ...

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"We have been here a thousand times before" Praying for world peace, or the end of war "Memory erased, each time we begin anew" PRIEZ POUR NOUS QUI AVONS RECOURS À VOUS "Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score" Rosaries repeat His Peace we beg for "Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew" Heaven's prayer-roses of Grace will accrue "To which...

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Line of inquiry: “We have been here a thousand times before Memory erased, each time we begin anew Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew To which image, oh dear soul, should we cling For each heart was at some point of time dear As we flow through life with zest, zeal and...

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"We have been here a thousand times before Memory erased, each time we begin anew Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew To which image, oh dear soul, should we cling For each heart was at some point of time dear As we flow through life with zest, zeal and zing In...

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Blue twinges of lament cast gaunt shadow o’er my dreadful pang as a grim mist segued into dark claustrophobic cantons where rabid zeal of hearts once smouldered from magma’s deep red vein Yet I cling to golden dawn recall of lazy strolls in lush green mead wild sniff of purple heather neath sun-drenched sky aflame gusts of joy rippling froth-rim brook waltz now toilworn gaudy dream Haze born of mellow flight as hunches splay across foamed...

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“We have been here a thousand times before Memory erased, each time we begin anew Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew To which image, oh dear soul, should we cling For each heart was at some point of time dear As we flow through life with zest, zeal and...

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Line of inquiry: “We have been here a thousand times before Memory erased, each time we begin anew Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew To which image, oh dear soul, should we cling For each heart was at some point of time dear As we flow through life with zest, zeal and zing In...

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Line of inquiry: “We have been here a thousand times before Memory erased, each time we begin anew Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew To which image, oh dear soul, should we cling For each heart was at some point of time dear As we flow through life with zest, zeal...

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The only image we cling to Should be the one in the mirror. Of that I could not be surer. Your idols will let you down in the end. Jesus, Elvis, Lennon, and John Paul the Second, Even Ghandi, Theresa, Keller, and MLK. They're all built up into superheroes. While the true color of their character, Behind closed doors, may decay. Look to...

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