Days Poems - Poems about Days

warm green days have come and candy striped rainbow skies buttercup surprise bee visits red rose near the house of gold treasure ~ sweet beyond measure purple lilies please through sparkling emerald days or orange dusk rays mornings minty fresh yield to sage evening at last ~ and mauve mist forecast...

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The Eighth day of life is calling you' His heart is open; always true! The Beatles sang about this man? I'd say un-aware' of His plan.? Gifted artists..Whom He endowed! World sucess.' And millions wow'd Jesus ready to return again Although un-worthy I raise my pen.!...

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Sitting there watching from the corner of my eye From my kitchen window, what did I see? A leprechaun rolling his wheel barrow in his finery Full of gold coins entering a black door I looked around no one else was there He shouted” give me my gold and I go” “What gold” I shouted back Or was he making it...

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Somber light slants through the window. The sun lazes behind blankets of clouds. Grey skies are all I see. A tranquil yet almost uneasy atmosphere rests over everyone. No one dares to shrug it off. Today is a day for soft musing and true thoughts, it's sobering and uplifting at the same time. There will be no more doubts by the end...

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We had so many days Without the sun That rain on and off It was horrible Because the sky was Always grey I didn't go out During the rainy days I decided to catch up On my sleep Because I was very tired And I woke up Every single day At noon Then I watch a little bit Of television Then when it was 5:00 PM I went back to bed sleep I...

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I don't know where iceberg lettuce winter squash or snow peas grow but it seems to me it's not down there in Antarctica where and when it's freezing below which only goes to show pointing out if not advising there's bait and switch in the pitch and no truth to their advertising ...

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GREAT DAYS OF YORE My father was a plumber and more. He is gone now with much forlorn. I miss his advice and lore. A leak sparked memory of those days of yore. Advice I seek to fix my aching heart. ...

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Under the sky where stars entwine with the shadows of lost days, when sanctity becomes an echo fading slowly, we bear the burden of time like a heavy cloak of lead, while madmen escape from the prisons of their own minds, entering social fields like wild storms, their shadows darkening the sky with whispers that God has...

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Yesterday Deborah and I joined a large diverse group of people in Asheville, North Carolina (the line of people stretched as far as we could see) In a peaceful protest of our president, our government and what we see as their abuses and cruelty. We raised our voices in unison against the injustices we see… our goal: to build...

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Looking out my bedroom window, I can only see the happy souls, and the path I bear is the feared, since 20 and only in second gear, I just wish for the butterflies, I can only see in the twilight, caught between there and here, the flowing of and then dried up tears, I don't cry any-more. There once was insight that did delight, but...

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The Days of Masks and Covered znosex, ...

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Miss my fam most days don't know why.. blame it on the rain, blame it on the sunshine. Trust isn't an issue with me.. usually. Just allow less access 'cause you can't be too careful these days. You have to look.. to find it in a heart it's a game of chance and odds.. so look hard. If you want, or if...

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My mind is bluffing all the around the clock Getting the real ones suppressed and block I'm in a flow I'm in a blow But the clouds of doubts are covering it all And coming back to me like fast thrown ball Trying to change and learn But instead just getting burn Shutting and shattering in the corner Displaying that I'm a good...

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there's a movie i used to watch over and over as a kid it's why i love old glass and putting flowers in coke bottles there's a tooth on my bottom row that sticks out you told me it was cute that's why i stopped asking my dad for braces i have a friend who used to...

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Suddenly a face in the mirror stares back, You're growing old...silver hairs in black. Evening twilight fades into a dark night. Why do colours no longer look bright? With small dark rings under sunken eyes the peach sunset, is just a weary sunrise. Taut cheeks drooping, wrinkles everywhere Carefree youth abandoned to old-age care. Life keeps melting like a flickering candle, a...

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