Ever Poems - Poems about Ever

Flapping without flying. It feels okay. Your scales of fur corrode. A foul, but sweet, but warm, but damp... Scent of something new. You're red and blue tomorrow, Yellow, pink, today. But forever, I'd say grey. You're white, dirtied, pure. Once lost, but now at home. If invaders must die, Make yourself the furniture. You can stain my doormat red, So you can see me before we part. And...

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Winnie learned all about fixing motors from her daddy. She had tuned up six Fords, two Chevys and a Caddy. Daddy got her a jalopy of her own when she was sixteen. She took it all apart, so it would be oiled up and clean. Labelled the parts as they came out one by one. Winnie’s mother threw up her...

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i admit, i am... shhhh! p l e a s e do not tell a soul this, but... ever and anon yes, i am indeed so afraid... of myself when the brightest of lights go ...

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At the end of the sea and start of the sand there lies a place; a place where we stand and watch the sea go from shore to shore in an endless tide; that for so long before the grass was tall and the wind was blowing, has been moving like the sea - the sea; ever flowing. And the stories...

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Mama’s chili pot put out a call Wanting a variety of beans in the fall Forty-nine types of beans showed up in all Auditions were conducted by me and Saul Lima beans were boring, dull and bland. Chili beans are always close at hand. Pork and beans were stuck up and snobby. Garbanzo beans were hard and knobby. We finally chose six types...

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Look where the wind runs soft and free Among the tall and mighty tree Beneath the sky so calm and high Where grasses dance with happy sigh And flowers share their fragrant joy...

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Ask yourself this everyday. Why in the world do I think this way? I think such awful things about me. And think highly of everyone else I see. But now let's turn it around to you. And recognize what you do. I should be my own favorite best friend. Today is the day that I shall begin. To myself today I just want...

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No man can ever understand, There's Spring Cleaning across this land, Miss Mop and Clean waves her hand, Snoring is his male band, Not to worry, no time to sup, Gals want to sparkle up, One shelf at a time, Spray and Wipe sublime, Fresh is the cupboard smell, Charity bags cast their spell, All tidy now, so it seems, Polished the dog, he gleams, Must detox...

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Your hobby is to kill my joy, ...

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She gave way for you, Hard time breathe for you, Sleepless nights for you, Under the blooming sun for you, In the sobbing rain for you, With her saggy body 'cuz of you, Stifling and reshuffling her melancholy 'cuz of you, Trapped in a room lit with arrogant love 'cuz of you, In the state of feminine violation just for you, Tied in her...

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Have you ever been so alone? That you just fight against everything Thinking what’s the point, your sadness won’t change If people don’t change, then you can’t change Why do people try to make you feel better? ...

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Have you ever wondered what poets hide in their minds, where universes of words and unspoken dreams lie? Look closely, but carefully, lest you become the beast that slowly, slowly splits their skull of fallen stars. Poets are not made of salt, but of the dust of fallen stars, easy to break, impossible to fully decipher, and now, open their minds...

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I had to learn to stand tall on my own while learning to face reality ... Nobody ever told me that in my life, ( Life is not fair to anybody) Nobody ever told me ( No matter how good you are and the more the Universal will test your faith Just to see how strong you...

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Ever So-High, I reach the Sky above the Lesser Creeds, I Vanquish the Nights where there is no Hope, I grasp the Emerald Stone Aloft High Abode the Greater Realms of Thought, where the Angels Fly, Into No Mans Land and the Spirit gives Rise and Illumines the Creation Of Gods Hand I AM,...

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like a waltz with her guilt for a soldier and son like a foetus that hears and fears fallout’s begun like the praise for a man who once lit up her floor like the things we can't find but are still searching for like a warm song of summer through night scented mist like the bride who wore black crossing...

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