Face To Face Poems - Poems about Face To Face

We have five feeders hanging on our porch…for the birds who frequent there (and the occasional squirrels…who have no idea what it means to share.) During the day while sitting on the porch..we love to watch birds come and go. So many of these birds are regulars…ones we’ve come to know. We bring these feeders in once the sun...

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There are hours the mirror does not lie, And silence rings louder than bells in the sky. A whisper comes from the shadowed wall— “Remember?”—and you do. You recall it all. The smile you gave too late to save, The rose that wilted on a borrowed grave. Your name still floats in someone’s sigh— You left, and never said goodbye. Your hands are...

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Ab har chehre mein uska khoobsurat chehra nazar aata hai, Mere dil ka har raaz, uski ek muskurahat mein chhup sa jata hai. Us chehre ki baat hi kuch alag hai, kaise karu uske husn ka bayan, Meri nazar uspar thehri rahti hai, jaise chand se pyara wo asman. Uski tareef me kya kahu, chand se tulna v kaise...

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The quietness brings you back, and you remember the words that I say, The same faith you had to move on to confront the heartache and pain, The words unspoken that held you in bondage that tried to steal your worth, I released to put your heart back in place to be seen and not just heard, The moment...

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I came face to face with time It was all sublime. Nothing was as it seemed For I thought “surely it must have been dreamed.” I was shown the past, present, and future. Then I heard the words, “are you ready for an adventure?” As I stood there looking into the face of time I heard bells begin to chime. He spoke, “What...

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. i can feel it in her eyne when they press 'gainst mine 'gainst ...

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Wild words fly about, your arms are caught in tremors; We are a mirror radiating frustration, mulberry cheeks start to flash; Two are too crazy to stop and see what is true; Heartbeats heat up quick empty of understanding; A blowup of slang fireworks; Friends come together filled with such potent faith; Gently aggressive, this most tender touch of trust; Face to face no matter what....

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We live in a technological time where magic is more plausible than not. All is possible in this paradigm: including self-expression and free thought. We've traveled to the bottom of the sea and stepped upon the surface of the moon. Now, we can pick ripe apples off a tree; and ship them overseas that afternoon. Today, we text or talk to anyone instantly, by...

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Face to face Look into your eyes Tell you that I love you I'll wear no disguise Lie down next to me My fingers through your hair Caresses on your skin Secrets that we'll share Of how much we want more Unencumbered bliss Trace each other's bodies Sharing of a kiss Loving one another Vulnerable, shown Concerned about the other No longer me alone Carefully I'll handle Your heart,...

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In the mirror an insight ...nothing concrete but nothing further true... !...

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Around the corner from where I live alone, in an unfurnished studio apartment, there’s a shabby restaurant where I often sit nursing a cup of coffee. I asked Life one day, “Why me?” Sitting across from her and looking directly into her eyes, “Why did you come to be with me? I never wanted this. Now I’m distraught, You have given me...

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Madness and make-up! What am I seeing? Is that really a face? A vision? Yes, one of those? It's strange here in the shower. What seemed to be a countenance looked in at me. But was that a vision, merely a repeat - a repeat of my madness? Do I see a knife in that hand, held by that figure, a strange and frightening thing? Am...

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I walked into the McGinty Funeral Home and saw this enormous sign “This funeral is by invitation only”. I stared at it. Should I go in? I know I was not invited. No one was around. Who to ask? The worst they could do is ask me to leave. I was her friend. I squared my shoulders and walked through the curtain. Her family was...

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This evening sneers, lurks and is snooty, and dares to look through my window, peers like something with substance, gawps into that mirror on the wall. Yes, evening, you ogle. Your black glance is on my glass of wine. showing your low lordliness, condescending in your awesome manner of night, sitting there with your supercilious sight, scoffing, gazing. Who are you? When will you cease...

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We always start across the room Yet end up side by side. I'd tell myself you're like the rest, But then I'd have to lie. Oftentimes I wonder: why you?-- Still young, finding your place. But maybe, like a mirror, through you I see myself face to face. Today, mid conversation, I saw it in your eyes-- A shift so subtle and so plain, Like lifting...

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