Following Poems - Poems about Following

Could it be everything happens for a reason, Or is it something one usually would say. Kindred spirits that have roamed Through space and time, Sharing moments and a history of past lifetimes. Always by chance our paths happened to meet, Always ending with just a memory. A memory that endures through lifetimes, Precious memories that linger in the Backroads of one’s...

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“Let who is without sin, throw da first stone.” ...

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The following fictitious scenario I evoke Analogous to fire breathing puffed up imaginary dragon (in a land called Honah Lee) ye might rightly think what the deuce haunting spectre ace of spades goodfella aiming to be a poet all about, meaning sexagenarian wordsmith, this once upon a time jackanapes presently decked out like cadaverous card still sporting fine kingly raiment and crown of thorns...

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Following the heart of my Father Knowingly secured Vulnerable yet embraced I look upon His grace As I appreciate His taste, Liken of lavender and honey cone; Welcoming His so Breath kiss my lungs I feel His embrace Unlimited Peaceful, intimate soul secure; I love Him my Father; The creator, Elohim, my Daddy Abba, Father Timeless now alive My ALL ABBA FATHER GOD The follower of my heart and soul The...

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I try to escape From you there's no place to hide Following me inside I rub my eyes twice You walk through walls like a ghost How do I let go? Along comes silence And the prison that that brings Time to think of things Got to get on home Fell down the well beaten path Fallout aftermath If you can’t catch me Don't just stand there, walk...

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Following the darkest, I went to light A journey through shadows, into dawn's sight From depths of despair, I rose above And found solace in hope, a labor of love Through darkness I wandered, lost and alone Until I stumbled upon a radiant throne Where light and love reigned, and banished my fears And bathed my soul in warmth, through joyful tears In...

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Be a following my life Let you be my kind of loving and fearing. Drop me your life, and get my kind Let us find, together, and I will pay the fine. I know, I am a bead, but you take me to you – kind of like A kind of like. It’s nothing. Following us a life,...

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like shadows they follow us they tell their stories on pages that may or may not be seen, or read, we a'muse them - "we", of course, are truly inconsequential in the greater scheme of things; they are like ghosts echoing their called hauntings, we catch the vibrations of them, every now and then, the faint echoes of stilted messages they are magnificently...

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If I never wrote another word, praising this light who silences doubts… If I never felt the leading of His touch, The promise of His endless care… If I never knew what it is to feel the love that assures me He’s here, If I never felt the need to pray and praise… The One who lived and died,...

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Write a “how-to” poem about something you don’t know how to do - 'being normal' I can approximate it I've seen it up close occasionally Sleight of being It's starts with etiquette, a learned behaviour 'Good' then the time of day e.g. 'morning' Followed by gentle enquiries (Last known activities for brownie points e.g 'how did Zumba go?') Then you state you'd love...

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Write a “how-to” poem about something you don’t know how to do - building a watch In the beginning there are pieces Already there, scattered on a table My beginning is to sort them Time is spent creating groups There's logic from outside to inside On the outside, in the still of the second You'd never know what doesn't work Teeth need...

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How long can rolling waters stay impure in their decree? How long can all the world behold the many signs they see, and not consider what is meant, and come to understand - the fig tree has sent forth her leaves, the summer’s nigh at hand. What power can stay the heavens? Does the world possess the force? Can man with puny arm turn...

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Whoami? Within following figurative nutshell: Yours truly just a fluke of the universe worming his way hook, line and sinker thru the meandering time stream, which current speeds up the older I get rocketing toward my sixty fifth birthday January thirteenth two thousand twenty four. A garden variety (generic) agrarian wannabe antiauthoritarian, bookish antiquarian bloke, antitotalitarian, well mannered barbarian disestablishmentarian, egalitarian, futilitarian, grammarian, quasi hereditarian, latitudinarian, libertarian,...

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what I need is add some of my poems and am glad are those which i had Will add some of these as other new poems. when we will allege should be able to besiege poems gain much prestige when we realize exhausted all of our tries won to our surprise After watching football game. when we saw stampede first fast horse has been in lead which is what...

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one duck always follows the wounded down staying with her until she passes why do they do this? ducks have more compassion and humanity than humans, especially hunters with guns...

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