Exchanging Poems - Poems about Exchanging

I Am shame In my vice Hate the acclaim Help me Jesus Christ And take away this pain My wounds are covered in ice Sutures being applied in vain My Life came The world's game I...

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Wrap yourself up in a box then send the box to me I'll unwrap you nice and slow, just for my eyes to see And when I find out that it's you for me the gift inside I'll scream out with excitement, my joy I would not hide I'll take your hand and help you out, I'll give you...

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if i have a bread and you have another one and we exchange bread, We still have a loaf each... If we have an idea and we talk exvhanging ideas, we will have 2 ideas each... with conversation we multiply our ideas about life... including how to produce more bread......

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Upon our (yours truly and his missus) exchanging holy matrimony vows Ultrasound allowed, enabled and provided obstetrician to zoom, image courtesy sonogram showing fledgling fetus, thus we pledged our troth after spouses' womb (approximately halfway between her pregnancy) did balloon uterus, wherein conception delineated birth of eldest daughter, and many a tomb morrow later she resides in Oakland, California. I attempt reasonable rhyme about... oh happy yesteryear when...

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I Am shame In my vice Hate the acclaim Help me Jesus Christ And take away this pain My wounds are covered in ice Sutures being applied in vain My Life came The world's game ...

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Butterflies flit in the light of day, toying about exchanging nectar of early spring first blossom flush. Yielding open fragrant starry clusters of soft –white buds and blossoms, curling tendrils, of jasmine branches twining unaided among the trellis. After a while at shades of darkest gray of twilight, butterflies depart in tranquil silence to return in the light of day until flowers slowly wilt and fall 8/19/2016...

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Exchanging Presents for Presence I’m sorry I was there, But really not. I did not know what being “we” was all about. When I was with you I always thought first about me Never realizing what the joy Of unrequited giving could be. Now that “we” are no more, I ponder what could have been, As I deprived you of my presence, While showering you With token...

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Come here. The hunger in the heart is less severe when it is shared... when love descends from longing, not of emptiness, but of a need to fill...to meet there at the vortex where the passion stirs and multiplies, where overflowing quite escapes our eyes but bathes our souls in tenderness and joy. Come here. where fear is never known, where kisses seize the moment; bodies helpless to...

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EXCHANGING DREAMS two old men with retirement’s eyes exchange dreams on a bench, growing tendrils of old age… as night becomes dim they recline like curled sleeves wrinkling, memories recycled on phonograph's needling tunes crossing young regions poetic form:shadorma © * The Shadorma is a short Spanish form, of six unrhymed lines. As a syllabic poem, it has a strict number of syllables per line: 3 - 5 - 3...

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Who or what am I that I should judge? When my heart bears the slightest grudge For I am a mere mortal born in sin My filthy rags, only by his blood, made clean Should I weigh my sins against another’s? Dare to believe I’m far righteous than others? Have we walked in each other's shoes? Has desperation ever given cause to...

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Love is This boundary Only there, We Shall Exchange our hearts...

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