Feel For Poems - Poems about Feel For

One of the clowns in my circus wants to be ringmaster and crack the whip one of the sailors on board my boat wants to be captain and steer the ship but there's only room for one under the big tophat my dear so they're both out of luck and the buck stops here I have the last and final say tho' not one...

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Grown apart we became after a long while, Remember those days? Daily talks upon hours, endless laughter, countless stories, shared struggles, emotional break- throughs, as we both sit next to each other in silence. I always remember my best buddy, the one who saw me when others left without looking twice and held my hand with genuine love. A rare gem, one of its kind The time continues to pass us on, memories...

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our nonchalant eye, is what near ones decry ~ it’s not indifference dear, feel our heart sigh...

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When random thoughts are bombarding a mind, Cohesiveness among them is hard to find. Metaphors and symbols just like in one’s dreams, Even what is seen, is not what it seems. One must not resist, just let the thoughts flow. Look for the patterns and see what they show. They show the direction, but rarely the conclusion, There isn’t much reason, just...

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JULY 2023 Hazy, Rampant, Hammering Foggy-headed, I must be lazy enough to put just the right effort in. It drips down and stains the pore. My disease is acidic, fatal, And the way that your alkali sense draws me in ... How I'd beg to neutralise once more. But the ants won't push against my unmoving tyres. And anywho, isn't this against your...

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Here's a thought or two for you and it's not that I am bitter but when around and about a look I took it ground me down to see such litter tourists travelers neighbours too please let me remind think what you do I beg of you and only footprints leave behind but when it comes to living things if the foot were in...

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Some are less concerned it seems to me with the killing of the living (whose taxes pay each Supreme Court employee) than that of the unborn or perhaps I should be more forgiving but when someone says, 'Guns don't kill people, people do,' (it drives me to vexation) as I've never heard someone died of a drive-by strangulation (Have you?) ...

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If you believe in Santa Claus And fairies taking teeth Or leprechauns or other tales That parents do bequeath… If you’re convinced vaccines are bad And immigrants must go And that our country’s doing fine, Then naturally, you’ll know “The Late Show “ cancellation was A money-based decision. The rest of us, though, view it With both horror and derision. ...

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Life- Span of Sun is now reduced to half. Exhausting fuel, Sun will be White Dwarf. Sun to run through gradual expansion to fiery...

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My persona divides to split in three Impulse, Intellect, nationality. All run simultaneous to feel free. At a time, one may get priority....

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Dare I show others, what it is I see? A path one may take, to set themselves free. The words that I speak, should give them a clue, Open a doorway for them to go through. By offering others an explanation. Each one can see their part of creation. I will share with them the thoughts of my soul, To them the...

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That clean crisp bubbly taste. That clean crisp bubbly taste I crave. That taste just one more sip, one more sip to drown out the noise, one more sip to forget about everything. One turns into two, two turns into six, God knows it goes down easier than water. I used to be able...

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Tears is a special Liquid that flows From your eyes to cleanse Or when your emotions are triggered, either from sadness' Happiness, excitement Even love...

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The shackles that hold me Visible to my eye alone. The collar around my neck Only cause I allow it. The chains around my feet Have bound me to this prison, A prison I call home But feels a dungeon. The boulder on my chest Shouldn't keep me so stunted, But what a great locksmith I've turned out to be An oppressor I have made me To...

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She lost her keys. Vanessa was frantic, pacing, but I closed my eyes— and saw. "They’re in the garden, beneath the jasmine," I said. She blinked. “How did you know?” I said nothing. But I’ve always known— when she lies, when she leaves, when another man’s scent follows her home. I dream it first, then watch it unfold. Before thunder, I feel it in my spine. Before love dies, I mourn it in...

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