Comes Poems - Poems about Comes

Mankind comes in divers colors Each color, in multiple shades For no one color or shade can precisely reflect ~ Each man’s glory Creator-made ...

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Mist feathery drifts last night’s breath loosening above basalt slopes of Huatung Pacific swallows trace morning brushwork over Fuli’s rice paddies new green scented with rain. Xiuguluan River flows jade mountain-born among ancestral stones white willows in Ruisui weep dew-kissed cycad fronds catching first sunlight Leaf pearls gather on my thatched sandals Walami earth holds stories in its coolness. Bihe Pond rests hidden in Wanrong’s stillness waters reflecting...

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Twirling her fairy skirt, a lace and pearl dessert. His eyes hypnotized by the lace and pearl overt. Bells on her fingertips, this lace and pearl concert. She gives her all to him in lace and pearl exert. Her father hides her in the lace and pearl turret. But marriage...

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Rig rag Shaggy rag Rip, rip, rip, Wrinkle in the water A wilder whisper Crepuscular crème brûlée. What is madness really? Have I not a wordly thought? Wordly jumble, Words, words, words, Coherent as a Dostoevsky mumble. Musing wrists and elbows in a swaddle, Up of green and purple trumpets, Sickly technicolour cuddle. Circadian bunny pudding. Hullo, there it is again! I saw it there, just there! Did not. But...

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Some have watched her rising from an ocean of time. Her sightings return at the pull of each luna cycle. No clamshell boats for her, after she rises from the waves she and the shoreline disappear she's only to be seen driving a classic Chevy convertible or riding a gayly adorned donkey. She is sister to desert nights, and all the dance moves of the free roaming...

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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 of...

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I was eight years old the first time I realized, no one was coming to save me. That I could scream , until my throat bled raw, cry until my eyes swelled shut, beg until my knees bruised- against the floor, and still, no one would come. I learned young that love...

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... NO seems to be the word that pops to mind AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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March Comes In Like A Lion Dandelion dance in the palm of my hand; a gentle bloom. I love my birthday flower. ...

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I told the nurse I swallowed a snake. He charted: religious mania. But I felt her— three and a half turns sleeping just south of the back of my clavicle. I called her Vera then, full breath pried me open. Fire-rising, slithering: it was gospel sliding down my vertebrae— a ladder Jacob had forgotten— yea and behold though we came back for it. I couldn’t stop laughing. Or crying. Or...

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When death is spoken the word clings to the skin like a heart, once broken not knowing how or when when death comes to call the tears feel like the wind stilling the spirit of us all wondering how we’ve sinned? When death is on the mind there is a feeling of such confusion might our time - life just rewind was it all just a...

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So far I stayed, perfect fine fit : Achievements are now obsolete. In last phase, life seems meaningless . ...

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I would be wearing a backpack and puppies would be hanging out of it. Their tongues would be hanging out too, and they would be smiling. Eight, nine, ten, eleven puppies. Because you cannot have too many. My face would host an enormous smile. I would proudly show the holes where teeth used to be. To let you know that...

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I drank myself numb to hide the pain— the things I saw, the voices I heard when the world went quiet. The bottle never judged me. It just blurred the edges. Made the flashes softer, the guilt quieter, the ghosts… not gone, but easier to sit with. But your past always catches up. You can’t outdrink memory forever. Steel on my wrists. Bars I fell behind. Not a hero. Just a...

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So do we make it work? Did the stars that we wished upon bless us? Or did it burn up like a shooting star? Or did we count them wrong? Did we measure the width of the sky? Is it wide enought to hold our dreams? Mine and yours, together. Well even if it didn't Then let's meet again On the day when...

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