Condone Poems - Poems about Condone

...What means destiny? It's being an all round, or waiting for the correct time. Doing own work with perfection, or waiting for corrections in life. Learning from own mistakes, or leaving everything ......

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...When the dusk bleeds epitaph roses, and the blackbird sings wilted elegies, I search for a glimpse of gold beneath tender ingrains of soundless te......

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... When oppressed by a cruel and merciless government, when we no longer feel free there are some things we need to do to fight this tyranny: First we need to think of all our ancestors and relati......

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...I tried to ignore the buffoonery and the cartoonery of the last 3 weeks of "politics," but found it impossible to do when so much needs to be fixed. A collaboration is taking place... please join in ......

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...If it isn't my old friend Ebenezer, why you ugly grizzled geezer! Have some tea (or soup) of barley, This is your pal, Jacob Marley. You needn't be so ghostly white. There is no reason for your ......

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... "Instead of expressing exasperation, think toleration." ~ by poet I find that I've become impatient with people who ......

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...Inspired by Mel Robbins' "Let Them" approach. This is challenging for me because I tend to want to help people from struggling with stuff but I have to learn to let them fail, fall and learn. The ......

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...It's the time since feeling sandy grit scratch between my toes Transparently do I remember, although the years have flown Chilling memories sitting here, Ice cold and nervously alone Once a ......

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...Sometimes, we groan That we're alone "Till God condone.......

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...There are visions roving inside my head of a time and place where perhaps I once lived. But how do I know of those worldly things if I no longer exist? I must question if I ever did. I am off k......

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...In anger, I scream at the wall. In pain, onto my pillow I fall. I take it out on my bed, punching, my face turns red. I grab my razor out of despair, "nobody will see if I make the cut there." ......

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...II. The Stage is Set As I slept, I did not dream; when I woke up, it felt like the time had gone from one minute to the next. Restlessness was my rest; all I could feel was a profound tiredness. It ......

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...I am being suffocated by causes. Will we march Quixote-like enraged by the spinning of the windmills? We protest the wars carrying placards while expecting others to carry arms, praise God and w......

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...Let murderers subdue the guilt within let not such burdens weigh upon your heart, for bound by oath, your troopers are akin to brothers that share equally in part. ‘Tis fiendish pride that fills ......

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...I'm not emotional about poetry to call it a 'crush' Sometimes I get ideas, but hardly ever in a rush to write them down like I have a bee in my bonnet I'm not prone to compose a Shakespearian Sonn......

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