Comes Poems - Poems about Comes

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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You're lost in thoughts of Yesterday. I'd like to drive Yer Blues away. Always, Across the Universe, Let it Be, do not cry or curse. "Life is a Long and Winding Road", I say, Because when love has showed the Rain will go away, dear one. You will then say, "Here Comes the Sun"....

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Dark clouds start to mass, Distant rumble, wind picks up, Tempest drawing near. ©bfa051725 ...

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When it comes at you both barrels In waves to devastate. When I face too many perils... And my help... It comes too late. When every fix is causing problems... That before were not there. With no clear way to solve them... Without facing even more. In battle best not even fought You've given it your all... It took much more than you have got. You...

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There should be a place to shelter us when sleep is a bird that no longer comes, or when we are tired of getting drunk on our own thoughts, and the grass no longer lifts dreams, I don't mean powders or cocaine, but a realm beyond the death that watches us or the loves that have been lost...

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I never thought it would be like this That your presence I will miss Turned my stone heart And I started to love the things I forgot You came as a bless Maybe that's the good deeds of my past I guess Fall for your behaviour Like leaves fall in autumn in nature Thank you for making my life serene Will...

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Just consider that in the past life You sowed the seeds in the right season, They sprouted and blossomed. If you accept to pay off all your debts, Keep your mind pure to preserve your health. Be grateful for the adversity or the favorable fate To graduate from the lesson. Remember, every sad story will pass After...

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Why is that we rely on some illogical dream, rather than being realistic people? I can change all that with a notion however silly and foolish it may seem to some leaving equation undone the first one that comes along can be mine! Sitting alone in a meadow of purple and blue iris, non sure which color to paint passing faces; I look...

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What is the nature of the affection you claim to possess for me when your expressions of love are accompanied by detachment, distance, and uncomfortable silences? I find myself engaging in internal monologues in an attempt to alleviate the emotional challenges that we vowed would never arise between us, akin to the familial dynamics we...

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In this century, we have forgotten to value old age and the wisdom that comes with it, we worship health, virtual networks, artificial intelligence, and speed, believing we are kings of life, but in fact, we are blind slaves to unripe desires, servants of our own lives, as we live in an unfinished dream, a labyrinth of illusions. The...

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"Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June." Al Bernstein June’s moon illumines with gold light in a sapphire sky. It’s as clear to me as a cloudless night summertime is nigh. Though still-cool primrose evenings linger on from spring, I listen for the sounds that warmer nights will bring: crickets’ chirruping, whippoorwills in leafy trees. Sing, oh lovely...

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The security guard at the hospital admired my taste in clothing. I'm certain I reminded him of himself when he was younger. Now, he was an old man with a wife and children. I never got around to telling him, but I wished we could've switched lives. He could keep my clothes, and I could experience...

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