Follows Poems - Poems about Follows

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When I was a girl with ribboned dreams, I saw myself on TV screens. A mic in hand, a voice so clear, Telling stories the world would hear. I loved the sound of words I spoke— Not for praise, or selfish hope, But because each word I dared to say Meant I was real, in some small way. But life, it shifts like...

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The war refuses the head, below wasting in dead Rearing the front as storms fell the timbers rot Upheavals breast, shorn and filled in neglect Lay useless she had cried, allow dimple and deny Tis only folly we are joined from, seasons blurry Contemptuous fury, theatrical brevity, lifeless Burning misery, hasn’t all gone and come Just so fiddle and spun, as garnish...

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As painful as it is i have to wave my goodbye Cry my very last tear as i abandon the memory of you and everyone around you i cant keep whining about the things i couldve said and done diffrently cant keep wishing for you to see me as a human being everyhting keeps on moving with times...

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Written By: D. Collins 11/27/24/b> From here until eternity, they will follow me around. They won't let me go until I am in the ground. I won't kid myself as to why I am here. To put pen to paper and maybe shed a tear. They come two, three, and four at a time. Sometimes crossing paths, messing with...

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Into a room full of opaque faces Chattering like birds during a morning breeze Carelessly going about their paces Intertwined like firm rope, strength in the numbers An aura of unspoken feelings above my head The elephant in the room that no one says When they look at me they think that I'm dead A pale white ghost that has nothing to...

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Sitting on the crescent moon, the jokester was quiet. His black sidekick Sylvester, an alley cat, needed a riot. But he kept his counsel and pretended to meditate too. It is the best way to get along with a jokester like Boo....

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In the realm where dreams collide, A golden truth begins to rise, Money follows where value resides, In the world's discerning eyes. Thirty minutes each passing day, Devoted to your chosen way, With training - guidance to display, Expertise blossoms, come what may. The world, it yearns for what you hold, Your worth, a treasure yet untold, For time and wisdom, you'll be extolled, Embrace the...

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He knew this was the evening he had been waiting for The rest were in hiding, but his destiny he could not ignore The flock would be flying in, to receive Jesus’ word He went to Mount Meet which others felt was absurd. He had the knowledge, it had come in his dream state forever. The flock was flying in...

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expected dawn arrives announced morning always comes life in pace of time...

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What Punctuation Marks ———————————————————————— (Dedicated to our Pens) Commencing with colons saying, “Look at what follows me”: Commas go with the need to breathe, Adding, or between, as the case may be. Semicolons help related thoughts, and lists of a length more supreme, Like running on; followed;...

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She called him beautiful So dutyful He daily worships the Lord our God She said she deems herself worthy to follow What a man this is One who's willing and giving he who praises the Lord unending 12/5/21 Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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He recognized a sophisticated scent Someone elegant and extravagant is about This is a fragrance a poor woman cannot afford She was pink and plush, wearing feathers Beautiful sky blue eyes that had startled the other suiters away He began to make his move; recognizing her now She had once upon a time been married to his cousin, the luckiest...

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sunflower and sun blowing kisses each to each ~ sublime attraction Let's Get Creative with Haiku Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France Date written: 03/19/2021...

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Mable stared at the duck walking toward her. He was dressed in a suit, carrying a briefcase. Hello! She said. Who are you? Where are you going? She thought he was deaf, for he did not answer. She grabbed him by the tail feathers and said “Hi!” “I am Mable!” she told him. “I live in the north pond.” He stared...

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