Folded Up Poems - Poems about Folded Up

She wears rainbows in her almond curls and paints her eyelids with green swirls. Her cheeks blush with innocent pearls Soft as her favourite fruit- strawberries. Mascara wand in her fingers casts spells on me her gaze a flicker between play and mystery. She tangles the bedsheets, Spills glitter on pillows, pouts for the mirror, practices smiles and chuckles All a rehearsal for...

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I used to be proud to fly our American flag as from childhood I was taught I used to fly our American flag without giving it a second thought. But I see a divided country now…one that is quickly moving away from democracy and even though there are people out there who see things differently than me in...

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When this body, a shoddy tent, Is folded and tucked away, Of no more use, it’s value spent, Only memories left as communique. What remarkable gifts did it leave? Did it accomplish any good? Will it be known just for its ease, Or did it do everything it could? Was it an intense and shining light, That helped others upon the Path, Showing passage in...

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The napkins were cut and woven in her dad’s barn that he and his dad built from the broken oaks. Each clump of cotton piled up in front of her Leave and left She thought The warp was fixed on her loom And that was easy because it stayed But the weft was the lateral thread that moved Leave and...

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Each crease folded thought Rounded stones upon a beach Laughing at the surf...

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If I cared more, I would see the dream that should be, Lanes wouldn’t be filled with worries, Schools would cater to the educators well, Institutions wouldn’t make graduates dwell. Music is dull and paintings are monotone. No voices are heard, and eyes are closed alone, Where’s the compassion gone? Folded papers were all done, And forever it will be. Fraud voices initiate to...

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God search a game of hide and seek We’re handicapped by lower mind So rest thought, to get a sneak peek Leaving ego spawned fears behind Before folding hands in prayer Let this be our affirmation Proclaimed by us, God’s soothsayer Our joyous heart in elation The left palm holds our ignorance Whilst the right, divine love and light When both hands join, in innocence...

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Sometimes, I am like a folded red rose, in deep sadness I wrap my wings; and safe I linger as rose petals close. where all my grief in my heart clings. Though, a rose is quite divine- the scent blows, and thoughts of funerals it brings; the sweet smell speaks to me of death's repose, with each death my heart sadly...

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A Twilight sky folded like a silent prayer in my hand Whispering a mystic verse of one true, graceful end. A canvas of returning birds and layered clouds unfold A dying hue, casting a spell of love, an enigma of gold Tranquil water reflects these rays of a divine carpe diem Nothing persists but a safe return to one cherished...

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I dwell within myself like a folded red rose, lost in serene tranquility of the gallery; and I roam the many rooms of art- a girl alone, among the glow of the old masters; with color pigments and brush strokes beautiful, and painted images and scenes inspirational. ________________ August 3, 2021 Poetry/Verse/like a folded red rose Copyright Protected, ID...

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If i was to compare my skin To sheet of brilliant white I would say is closer to the blue Scotland my land of birth where sunlight never seems to disturb where sheets of rain are folded by the gusts...

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She folded, quit, shut down, bled out In a horrible, end-of-life way. With pills And lots of them Never fulfilling her dreams, Never finding her hopes. Never traveling the road that would have led her To a purpose that would have saved her I had not reached out Because she was on the fringe of my friends A beautiful woman – glorious brown eyes. Gorgeous...

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His role, sadly, that of “The Little Prince”** tending to a long forgotten rose preserving the truth of memories lies her beauty in a folded crease repose His love a trembling finger’s gentle touch of longing etched within the silent eyes alone within the dusty grip of past touches the curling edge of timeless sighs turns pages of a life slow edging...

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NOTHING HAS CHANGED IT'S STILL THE SAME AS BEFORE YOU WERE HERE YOU WERE A LITTLE LIGHT BUT THE BATTERIES DIED AND I IN THE NARROW REALM OF UNCERTAINTY AWAIT YOUR DECISION A DEPARTURE WITHOUT QUESTION I'LL GO BUT I MADE A LITTLE SUN IN YOUR DARK SKY GUESS I BLINDED YOU WITH THE BRIGHTNESS....

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I Yesterday, I can never get back- and I have to find the strength when days are black. When a dark shadow comes I pray, going inner like a red folded rose; where grief has froze; and gone into...

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