Close Poems - Poems about Close

Dear Sonny, when you close your eyes one last time, and bid this world adieu, know I am glad for the time I had that I could spend with you. Dear Sonny, when you close your eyes one last time, and you come apart, Know you'll stay with each new day living always in my heart. ...

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Have always known my limitations it's a fact that can't be missed I'll always go out on a limb and you're an attraction I can't resist am I being reckless to gamble on such a crazy game am I overconfident and like a moth to a flame will I melt my wings these and a thousand other things will I crash and burn...

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'Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been and there you will always long to return,' wrote Mr. da Vinci (1452 – 1519). In school I did learn the plane truth, and for your information, it's a collection of spare parts flying in close formation. And was it not Icarus in his day who,...

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Before a misty morning mirror above a half-filled basin such cold water was I braving simply to lave my face in but the coldest cut of all and it only hurts when I smile I severely slit myself while I was busy shaving but did my frozen fingers fumble or was it just a rusty razor which sorely needs replacement that figured in my defacement as there...

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I look on, reciting lines, reacting, responding, the lights are dim, the stage is cold. I dance across the scene, choreographed to my solitude, hurt, tired, done, but I never stop. Tears roll, screams echo, but I never stop. I almost collapse, I can't go on, but I never stop. I'm dead, my body rotting, but I never stop. I look to...

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I had a close knit and Happy family until A slick and silent enemy Stepped in wanting to Take my place...

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plane, bus 'n train elevators 'n escalators revelers 'n sale-day crowds is where we meet STRANGERS! looking away, with no eye-to-eye contact no nod, wink, grunt of 'Hi's', never ever recognizing the sharers of the commons shoved together withdrawn incognito. Here for thee be : The Ten Commandments of Crowd Etiquette Thou Shalt Honor Thy and Their Personal Bubbles Thou Shalt Not Partake in Olfactory Betrayal Thou Shalt Not Greet...

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May we be blessed to embrace the irony that the faster our children grow… if we want to keep them close to us… we have to let them go. ...

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Self-awareness on a pedestal, stalled by a stormy day, placed there by providence —by poet A Close Encounter car window reflected a close encounter. iridescent feathers folded; downpour. in blue cape, he hides his eyes, blue-green. we squeak past the blue trash can, he’s atop. so close, my husband doesn’t see him there, but the passenger, me, “Look a peacock!” was on my way to get...

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It’s been a long time since I’ve ventured into this new studio of mine— dust has settled like ashes on the unshelved books and the jars of brushes still packed away in boxes that intimidate me. Since I’m already here I might as well unpack one carton of my past. I slit the tape on a box labeled Miscellaneous, not knowing what I’ll find. Inside, a parrot, a toucan, some...

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I did not anticipate finding a parking space I rarely find one at this location Because the restaurant’s food is from outer space It is very popular during spring vacation I was ready to walk a mile or two Wait! Could it be? I looked six times too There were two ready spaces open for me to park What a lark! I...

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Late Spring Hiku 20 f ~a ~d ~I ~n ~g flower blooms kissing the warm l o...

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Dedicated to Mooney who is up in cat heaven ~ norwegian fur ball intelligent and cunning feline soul sister AP: 1st place 2025...

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I like to dream, to close my eyes and weave silent worlds, where silence flows like a silk river under the moonlight, but when I dream of love, a gentle story like the whisper of the wind, my heart trembles like a water lily on a glassy lake. Not that I have been betrayed by shadows or abandoned by...

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