Completing Poems - Poems about Completing

Life is a series of circles…each second circles into each minute, each minute into each hour, each hour into each day… Each circle has it’s own attraction…It’s own unique rhythm and beat. and we do our best to find as much beauty as we can In every circle we complete. Yesterday’s circle began as most days do…nothing too extreme… when...

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And comes the time, oft many sought with blinded eyes that squint into the dark, searching for that in tight grasp with faithless hopes that it be found. No grudge shall I bear as a traveler his mug, that holds within above a cracked below, a drink for the voyage whose starting is the ending...

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Training for a marathon, where does someone begin to start Time to begin six months of intense training, a course I need to chart Discipline and willpower I must rely on to get the job done Hard work I am not afraid of it, in fact, I will welcome the challenge and try to make it fun To be...

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Girls grow up early - boys are on time. One grows like cedar - the other like pine. Both are completed - each other to mate. ...

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the ocean pouring coldness. sour taste and shrub smell. willow trees emit long screams. lone bird calls from quiet sky you see, that's one down!...

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all she ever wanted to be was one with herself and yet here she was disunited and fragmented seeking what seemed out of harmonious reach heart choked in a stranglehold of noosed reason razor wire punctured her emotions and feelings rational distortion shackled a delusion of truth I just want to hold you safe and keep you insane better the bevel you...

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Completing the Pattern by Michael R. Burch Walk with me now, among the transfixed dead who kept life’s compact and who thus endure harsh sentence here—among white-petaled beds and manicured green lawns. The sky’s azure, pale blue once like their eyes, will gleam blood-red at last when sunset staggers to the door of each mute mausoleum, to inquire— "What use, O things of...

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Six days of work for the Master Artist, creating a universe, bestowing life. After looking back on His outline, God colored emotions for Adam and his wife. Between His sketches of sea and sky, Blue hues He chose, endowing serenity. He awakened nature’s forests with strokes of green, employing earth tones to convey humility. Red and yellow flowers He painted to bring...

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In Disney, with my favorite aunt, My son some months past three, She carried him right past the guards, So he could get in free. For children not yet three years old Paid no admission charge. "They'll never stop me!" yelled Sydelle And onward she did barge. That was in 1984 And now that son is grown, Vacationing in Disney World With children of his...

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What do I want in life How do I get by Make these tears stop falling From my eyes Put the smile back On my face Give me a reason To be me To be happy Hold my hand Walk with me I need your help Your security Please Stand with me You help me Grow stronger Weaker for you Weaker for me You've helped me change Into the person I wanna be The only...

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