Ever Poems - Poems about Ever

I live life more than ever, with my soul open to unknown horizons, And I die for You more than ever, for You are the source of my restlessness, I, my heart, and You are present here, in this suspended moment, So why do you keep your gaze down, like a dream that unravels upon waking? I have never...

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Whatever You Feed It Grows Do you feed the negative? Don’t become pessimistic. Narrow minded. One sided. You can’t grow from always complaining. This is not up-lifting. Don’t hold onto the temptation. Leave the old ways behind. Don’t push people away. Hard road, age will turn gray. To grow is to change. I’ve always been...

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Dear Mr Author, I was really grateful for your help. It was you, My poems were out of the freezer. They have now, Been read by hundred of viewers. You have become My poems' rescuer and my hero. To Mr Disappear It was your plans and ideas, Made me worry By your disappearing and vanishing games. I was confused, By your silence and no rely. You almost fooled, Me...

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You’re still the same untouched and aloof Too sharp for lies too blind for proof No one comes close to your pace A ghost with charm…a vanished face Money chased becomes a stain Crossing the line to dance in the rain Laundered bills and crooked pride A smirk you never learned to hide Blunt at edges and slow to heal Pain you press but...

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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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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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