Fifteen Poems - Poems about Fifteen

Q Why should artificial intelligence be called angel intelligence? A "Because it is really (fallen) angel intelligence." "Satan thinks he's so smart but God is only going to let him have his way for a little while." Q Is this angel intelligence really only 'playing to be stupid?' Until...

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She has not bathed for a week or two Those pajamas have been on her at least six days She complains of aches and pains Moaning she has no friends Listless, lifeless, and lethargic Her parents are beyond worried There is a knock on the door A friend enters “Let’s go party!” Their sloth of a daughter turns into a carnival ride Leaves twenty minutes...

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL It's been fifteen years since I last saw your face I guess trying to see you in my dreams has been one big chase I have cried so many tears And all I ask from you is a whisper in my ear Every day I look at your bed and just see a space Between all my tears...

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Next time around I want fifteen fingers and twenty toes What I would do with them, only is known by me and my nose. I would have two nostrils and six eyes of royal sky blue. Some could call me a monster; it would be long overdue. My body would be corpulent, Rubenesque, Hilda-cartoon like. My hips too large to...

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I like a special drink, All frothy green and pink! Three or four a day, If I had my way. Can someone drive me to the store? I just need one more. Momma said, "What is in this drink? ...

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If our LORD, God were to ask anyone else these two questions today? "Whom shall I send? "Who will go for us?" Like the prophet Isaiah, "Here I am. Send me!"How would anyone of you chose to respond to Isaiah 6:8? The Birth of Samuel 1 Samuel 1:17-20 conclusion Eli answered,"Go in peace, and may the LORD God...

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From ground zero, the shocking ripples reverberate! From the heart of a nation, the cry still goes out, And continues on with unabated tears. The healing begins with mournful sobs and angry shouts. Who is to blame for this heinous sin? Who can stop the swelling pain? Look in the mirror, then cover it black. We are all to blame for this...

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“I am one year older,” he declares, proud. Though it is only by two weeks, he leaps For any opportunity to claim A victory over his smiling friend. The joy of childhood is still present In their laughing eyes and cheekiest grins. In the bright days of secret crushes and Sugar rushes, nothing can come between Him and...

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I’m Not Fifteen, death won’t be sneaking up on me, cause of something stupid I can’t stop myself from, not doing. Those days of wondering how in God’s name, I manage to still be alive, with thoughts running through my head of situations I put myself in, that now. Just thinking of them, scare the Bejesus out of me, as. I make...

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Fifteen Is Fifteen is being lost in this maze called life Not knowing where to go or how to get there Unable to see around the corner But knowing somebody is waiting to scare us Fifteen is trying to find ourselves in a world full of darkness Grasping at the light that we cannot see but so desperately need Trying to...

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If l had to hand-pick fifteen poets from Poetry Soup To meet and a share day I know exactly who l would pick Without doubt straight away We are all drawn to different personalities Solely from the words we pen Connections made , thoughts shared We have a poetry friend The poets l would pick are varied From different walks of life Different...

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Impasto brushstrokes, fifteen sunflowers bursting in mustard yellows...

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So little fifteen, and a small heart within a small body liable to crumble between my fingers.. She is fifteen with the age of wisdom that girl who claims to be living a joyous teen.. i've felt that little spirit that drives a big body. when all the X's and Y's will never be bale to...

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Anxiously awaiting conclusions of trials Dishonesty fading with passage of time Veracity revealed in knowing smiles Poetry occluding the truth in a rhyme Blissfully following my feet in the dark Shoulder the demons found under my skin Afraid of the path, I’ve yet to embark These battles to lose; for life to begin The day I engaged; a sinister smile Assuming...

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I'm almost fifteen. Can I get a tattoo? Sorry. Not in our state... How 'bout gender-transformation surgery? Sure, no problem. That'd be great!...

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