Five Hundred Poems - Poems about Five Hundred

Three thousand five hundred and ninety-two fish in the sea And I had to find a catfish who took a bite out of me The waves were crashing, but I still felt his teeth okay. That murderous fish bit me, then went gliding away. Three thousand five hundred and ninety-two grains of sand Landed in my bucket when I finally...

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I'd build creative writing, art, sculpture, music centers in 500 towns. To benefit any students aged 7 to 18 who wanted to utilize the facilities. I would hire art teachers who love art for art’s sake. Our music teachers would be extremely child-friendly and patient. These centers would be open before and after school. Children could be dropped off in...

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So sad the day five hundred thousand slipped away too many names to recount lost as the pandemic mounts; some believed it all a hoax anger, violence to easily provoked but for those who've lost someone dear the reality is quite near and clear. Say your prayers as it begins to slow and wiser minds with wisdom grow facing challenges...

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Five hundred rounds of ammunition bound for President’s inauguration shots will echo through the nation and no this ain’t just imagination there’s going to be a conflagration....

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Turning fifty ain’t all that nifty, You might as well be turning five hundred. You start get shifty, thrifty and whifty, And you don’t act as young as you once did. You know what they say, the old cliché, Age is just a number. But age doesn’t stay, Time doesn’t slumber. They say the years have been kind, But time keeps on going. And eventually...

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Twenty five hundred pieces  twenty five hundred moments, Some barely two minutes  others infinity disguised as an hour; Twenty five hundred spaces the border hasn’t been completed yet,  We are still walking, laying the outline  trying to find each perfect fit; Broken pieces molded together  fitting the lost empty places; Twenty five hundred seconds  each moment shifting shape, as the puzzle spins the future....

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Five hundred characters go by so fast. I only have four hundred sixty-two left, which turned into four hundred twenty-two a line ago. I must spend them wisely... I just wasted 28 on saying that I must spend them wisely. I wasted 40 on repeating myself, and another 40 on saying that I wasted 40. Now I'm almost out of characters, which...

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…ten, so close, but soon it will be over …nine, it seems each moment’s moving slower …eight, what a long, lonely, difficult year, …seven, all the lost hugs and brushed away tears …six, twelve months of the worst of the worst …five, it seems each day was sorely cursed …four, as if life ended in this single set of seasons …three,...

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Five hundred channels and nothing to watch Remember back when, we'd watch diddly squat Didn't really matter If the language was a clatter We'd watch foreign movies not knowing the plot...

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Five hundred channels and nothing to watch Remember back when, we'd watch diddly squat Didn't really matter If the language was a clatter We'd watch foreign movies not knowing the plot © Jack Ellison 2015...

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Roaring thunder under the hood. I grip the wheel that controls them; Then white broken lines turn to solid, Power pole picket fence flashing in eyes corners. Never saddled such fury before, One blinking mistake and I'm gone. Didn't know a single foot had so much power, Traveling at speeds that stopping wouldn't like. Beginning to think thoughts that drive mind; Will my spirit...

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Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes what happens in that time? you find love... your heart beats on over drive when you find thatt one person five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes... A journey, a journey to plan to make sure that you don't suffocate whenever your love is near.... you leave a note on their door, "Run...

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