Even So Poems - Poems about Even So

I have said so many prayers that sometimes I feel they are no longer mine. That I inherited them like clothes too large. I say them, but do not understand. I utter them, but do not believe. And yet, I cling to them like the hand of a father who never held me. Perhaps belief is not needed. It is enough to keep hoping. Even...

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Even now, with your hands still stained from the thing you did not mean to do— you are not beyond the river. You are not lost. Even now, with the bridge burned, with the silence ringing where love once stood, there is a thread still holding you to the center. Even now, when shame has folded you small, and the mirror shows nothing but smoke— there is a...

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Tthey flowed from my feelings a specail day that specail way to show someone you really love them Our specail Day The beganning from the conclusion the redefining of the uniqueness of two people coming together finding words calulating rehersting doing all without raveling the two who probaly couldn't care if they are caausing or creating a specticail they are not they a righted to a situation where they seek...

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We burned the map the moment we kissed, turned our bodies into a hiding place no architect could redraw. No altar here, no prayer survives, only the wet silence of mouths that knew how to lie better than speak forgiveness. You—an algorithm made flesh. Me—a heartbeat pretending to matter. We walked into each other like sinners into fire, not hoping for salvation, only heat. I held your breath...

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not even (as in not even nothing) appears as nothing~ nothing appearing as the dance~ apparently there are appearances everywhere~...

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Descending s p l a s h infuses brook. Falling from on high, cockcrow skies. E a r l y risers, on boat, take l o o k. O bittersweet g r a c e …angels’ sighs. P a i n t e d hues, (God never forsook the human race) the bright dawn...

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His life without a song He’s got it all wrong Can’t even sing the blues if he can’t tie his shoes ...

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. [whilst thumb'n through thuh condomz] ...

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I walked as a grey kid lost in his own hometown streets. When my slow mind began to see more clearly it saw brick dusted air and a sunlight blotched with yesterday's scabs. There were small parks in that part of the city, where the shabby slept and fornicated, a wilted grass was dotted with used condoms and patchworked with dog urine. We thought it fine to...

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An Even More Minor Tribute To Mr Dylan Bob Became A Christian But Jesus Was A Jew. "You've Gotta Lotta Nerve." -Gray Squirrel 05-23-2025...

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I read your words like a midnight hymn, Soft and slow, but cuttin' in. Said you broke us to protect my soul, But baby, heartbreak don’t make me whole. I saw the cracks—we both did too, But I was holdin’ on for me and you. You left to spare me from the fall, But silence hurts worse than nothin’ at all. You say...

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Detached - Even Circuits Hum A Music Video As twilight turns to tangled thought, and truth tiptoes down trembling streets. Once, wonder serenaded willowed winds now shadows embrace muted retreats Wary hearts weave walls so wide against a faceless, coded tide, while glowing grids in distant bays bloom haunting weaves they won't embrace Dualistic stars and digital dawns Cinematic cradles human ache, but some still long for...

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It is ours: that ever-present space, even before it reaches us, That subtle space, a place of respite, a moment of deep silence, When you collapse onto a bed thinking of nothing, lost in the sweet void, Or when you pour a glass of water from the tap, fascinated by the absence of thoughts, That pure and gentle space,...

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To my children and grandchildren, Ask God to help you forgive. When you experience hate or hurt any day. Human pride hates to admit, That we are a "Fleshy Mess!" Watch the news there's nothing to guess. We are made to be like our Creator, Designed for caring and love. That's why we must cast our eyes above. Countless times I've been hurt and...

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I'm not even a poet, just a petty rhymer. When starting a new verse, first thing I do is grab a timer. And if it takes more than five minutes flat, I say, "Okay, that's about enough of that!" And then I go back to reading my "How to enjoy your retirement" primer. Grab some cheese, some crackers, and some...

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