For The First Time Poems - Poems about For The First Time

I am adopted and a single child having a stammer since pre-school I also loved soccer to play and watch at 12, I got to go to my first game, real cool! This was fab to go on my own for the very first time just me a real sense of freedom I stood there on the terrace standing tall as a...

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i'm talking world war three blues and how the baubles resemble the planet neptune one kid has trashed the grotto flameless LED tea light candles on the mantlepiece another exclaims, 'can we stop talking and just take the photo?' a girl says she wants a telescope a boy says he wants a crane another says a fraggle stick car helicopter...

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old lady in blue jeans I did not realize until this second I rarely see this happen...

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For the first time from the creation of eternity we find ourselves now standing on far different facing shores with no bridge but one designed to reunite us. Though hidden from my sight I yet feel your presence living within me, abiding in calm restraint, your understanding our moment apart is mere flicker...

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If, for the moment, should you Touching, forgo The most appealing landscapes Do make the snow. But prone as we are to prove Through a tingling If painful, those rumours of What's real or not Soft, serene what eyes spot Fingers, freeze in!...

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A classmate was murdered. So I threw away my colors. Because she was colorful, and shiny. Dazzling, radiant. If they were murdering yellows, reds and pinks. I wanted to be grayscale, covert, hidden. Nonaccessible. I released the colors I loved. I threw away my favorite – orange. I lived for several years without colors. My life was bland; I was fearful, and tame. Too...

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There I was just me myself it just seemed I knew no one my parents had been cut off there I was me their only son On the seafront at Largs away for the day being only nine in a moment what do I do panic set in felt out of line But thankfully they saw me reconnected again all together at that moment felt...

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POTD 10-5-19 Dedicated to Timothy Lee Joy harnessed from soft internal lightness was pulse promised with attraction’s might and sealed blissful bound by our first kiss … with lips our hearts found their home address Our emotive blessings deafen my questions and ease my perception’s limitations for you are my parceled Eden freedom … our haven structure is couple...

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Knowing for the first time (after TS Eliot) Knowing for the first time means becoming aware that there really is no first or next time.. It means realizing time has asserted itself as a fencing with barbed-wire barbs claiming their sequence marking our surrender of freedom.. As time barbs dissolve in our space of being we know with joy for the first and all time... We shall not cease from exploration,...

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Steep are the crags of the Macgillicuddy Mountains, Steep are the mountains that slope down to the sea. Deep are the streams and the fast flowing rivers, Deep are the feelings that are stirring in me. I look across the picturesque valleys, I watch the birds fly, swoop and dive. I now realise that we are really over, For the first time...

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I dreaded the thought of looking old until I thought of stories untold of my grandmother's prime, as if I looked for the very first time at her face and in her eyes who she was beyond disguise....

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Back again for the first time Waves travel from mid ocean to the shore line The rain drop falls from leaf to leaf in the amazon Birds mate and create The souls of soul mates die together What we have is temporary But was meant to be like a prince becoming king I look at you, you look at me...

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Today I saw her As if for the first time She had aged dramaticly Deep lines all over her face crippled and deformed she was now Barely clinging to life When once she was so beautiful So full of energy strength and perfectly Shape from head to toe I recall many complimenting her beauty I...

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Poetically I speak to your heart The tears of time are bitter sweet The dreams of old are torn apart Oceans of sadness finally meet Never found when push comes to shove Looking for sun in the darkness night Perpetually caught in the whisper of love Never knowing what's wrong or right Searching the shore's for a grain of hope Intertwined with destiny...

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I dreaded the thought of appearing old, Until I thought of stories quietly told, Of my grandmother's prime; As if I looked for the very first time At her face and into her eyes... Now, seeing who she was beyond age's disguise. Here I am, in my older year With my own grey hair And all the other things to bare, Hopefully...

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