For 24 Hours Poems - Poems about For 24 Hours

24 Hours Morning is through The afternoon is in bloom. Dusk has arrived, With a rainbow sky. The night is clear, Crisp is the air. The stars are bright, They twinkle with light. The moon is full, And milky white. The sun gives way To the start of a new day. ...

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It really is As they say Ain't it funny that a difference 24 hour's in a person's life can make As 1 day and moment in time you may just well find yourself Standing on the prescipus of a be that canyon , building or world's edge With 1 foot already off hoping and praying for any reason at all To stop you from...

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Many things come and pass Every 24 hours the change of lights From dusk to Dawn grasps From morning to evening run rights Haven birds shadows fly The many colors of the butterfly Resolution of the aftermath The real lions of eternities stance Nature's ground dirt is red martian skies Flooring down the streets in manatees blood I concede I see what I've said In...

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As the day turned Fighting Irish were certainly concerned Waiting for a meeting With an Aloha greeting Aggies promoting the lone star Trying to clear the collegiate hardwood bar Hoping something is left in their athletic jar But when morning shines No one can decline Way...

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Waking up To sleepy to think Put on my clothes I walk to the sink I have the breakfast blues I will get a nickle cookie at school Walking to school kicking a can With books in hand Bell ringing can’t wait for lunch Cute girl sitting in front Pulling her pig tails With teacher yelling Stay after school Finally a class I like, recess Sit, sit, sit after...

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Well, what is a typical normal day? firstly nothing is planned for sure semi-planned maybe no cast-iron cert so honestly, I like them always newer 8 am on the dot up wash dressed start aright with God for daily prayer Bible read then breakfast with a cup of tea catch AP on PC check emails comb hair Mid-morning go out for a...

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24 Hours My observations are my own, They are a product of my realm. I see good people reveal humanity I feel the desperation of an innocent man I acknowledge the appreciation of my gift I determine narration to be lies I witness the love between mother and son I loathe drunk drivers I impose pride for vinyl collection I depict...

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fifty point sixty self subjectively one more ...

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trying to not to i never was a sheeple ...

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Last night I had a long and restless night, I couldn't sleep, I tried with all my might. I couldn't get the “ phrase 24 hrs out of my head, so next thing you know I stumbled out of my bed. And I began to think about my life and all that I...

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Move onwards to the river’s edge as the flow of time goes by, Catch the last of the passing breeze before those waters run dry. The rusting chains of yesteryear should be left upon the ground, Let spirits travel to the west ...

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24 Hours Just 24 hours ago I was SMILING & full of HAPPINESS 24 hours later lost & lonely because its YOU that I miss Than in comes the CRUSHING pain & dispair The reason for these feelings?cuz YOUR not lying there Its just another morning minus all of the GOOD Love waking uo to you do it every day...

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Hearts beating on a lonely drum while birds capture the essence on their wings - soaring to new heights new beginnings an era of dawn. Pulses playing an alternative beat harmonies reflecting in the shards of our souls - splintering into needles of pain an era of day. Fingertips tracing a forgotten route directing the mind on a journey of evolution...

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24 Hours of Power By Curtis Johnson He was strong, loving, and merciful, and he was God He made a beautiful world when everything was void It was He who sat on a throne and gave valuable gifts to all The red, yellow, brown, black, and white; the short and the tall He gave allotments of...

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In the morning I open my eyes and I count silently, dusting wrinkles off the clock. The perfect hour when sleep is more sweet. At noon I open the information to see what level they have put me in: or have they deleted me? I sprawl and open my big mouth. My soul its out, and now tears flow down my cheeks with rage on to the floor: dreams... very precious dreams. My...

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