Come Alive Poems - Poems about Come Alive

Some are less concerned it seems to me with the killing of the living (whose taxes pay each Supreme Court employee) than that of the unborn or perhaps I should be more forgiving but when someone says, 'Guns don't kill people, people do,' (it drives me to vexation) as I've never heard someone died of a drive-by strangulation (Have you?) ...

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We’re seeded as one, polarised as two, hatched from the cosmic egg, then truly born, feeling in heart, each and every bliss hue, that thus in timeless time ego is shorn, whence light of Self is the glow we adorn. Having been, seen and so known who we are, eternal light, shining like the North Star, what’s imbibed must be assimilated, else we’ll...

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The meadow comes alive, dressed in colors, remembering times when love was newly sweet, with warm red sunsets embracing lovers whispering old secrets without conceit, while daisies dance in the balmy breezes, and bluebells sing their gladsome summer songs; wild grass beneath the lovers boldly teases now or never, love must win before the dawn of a new day with rules...

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Loitering around at the expense of my parents back, I too wish to be at the resemblance of hardworking thumbs, those same fingers that sewed the futile grounds back home, my mother’s yuca farm, my father's dying crops, dance taking their final waltz with the tumble- weeds in direction where my ancestors sleep while their bones continue...

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I love you both with all my heart, But Mum, you tore that love apart. You made me choose, you made me cry, While Dad was left to wonder why. You spoke of him with poisoned tongue, Bad words for ears still far too young. You painted him in shades of wrong, And made me feel I don’t belong. He wasn’t perfect, neither...

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I wondered to watch the eccentric earth, Are you a green globe of the universe, ...

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The best thing about waking up is not the coffee in our cup warming the cockles I'd impart from the bottom of our heart it's knowing we survived to see another day arrived no matter what may come our way as being late when we're done and gone is far too harsh to contemplate so smell the flavour savour the roast and of our time here on earth before...

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Let's put a smile on this tired face, which has long forgotten what it means to be alive and serene, It won't be the first, nor the last, just another borrowed mask in a world that worships illusions, This world feeds on your sorrow, like vultures circling above a wounded heart, And when you dare to smile, even...

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When i’m gone They’ll all have moved on I'm already a ghost Haunting over the life id already lost They’ve never saw me turn into a adult I moved too fast When i lost so young when i was gone i my tears taste like salt I knew id never last I sat waiting for god wondering why he’s running late I stood waiting...

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In a dream being chauffeured to where? I do not know where? the silence stifling still as the night, stars glowing… but the chauffeur, driving heedless to my faith – Jesus is dead, he speaks like a bullhorn going off in my mind, grief surrounds me but the dream comes to life… “He is ALIVE!” I say it, my voice amplified WHO IS THIS MAN? my mind enters the war...

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What's life The succeeding Our sessions, Are finites. Or the day We bore? Firmly lasts, A million times In a single life, Of succeeding Occupieds! Else the fear, Of to die? Truly makes it, Killing us, Our desires. In a sadness Of a sorrow!...

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Why am I so different? Why does the world look at me as if I am broken and lost? Tragedy does not define me touched as a child now forced to wear the scars of my generational curse.Due to one man’s uncontrollable lust the world treats me as if though I am better off dead....

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May we be blessed to understand from one big moment to the next most of our life is living the moments in between.. and perhaps the best way to a happy life is to find the beauty in the routine. ...

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Run it deep, run you words through me, You make me feel right, I still recognize myself to be the wrong guy cos I'm still in doubt. The sky is bright in the dark, o my god look at that, Aren't you the reason for bright days and night that I have? Making me to relax, feel good and...

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You're afraid of dying— but tell me, are you truly alive? You might say yes, but haven’t you buried a thousand dreams? Let them rot quietly in the corners of your heart, until they become shadows that haunt you. Haven’t you become a living corpse, breathing without purpose, a flame once burning bright, now flickering? You are not torn by a tiger’s claw, but devoured by...

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