Forgets Poems - Poems about Forgets

The night unfolds like ink in water— a cascade of darkness over the hills, dripping slowly from the corners of the sky. Above, a nebula pulses, not with light, but with memory— a soft, aching breath of color too distant to touch, too alive to ignore. The river winds in serpentine motions, its skin moonlit, its voice a lilt against the rocks. In the reeds, something stirs— the...

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God Forgives And Forgets By: Miracle Man 1/29/2025 The risen sun of each life too quickly will set, our manner of life will determine what we get. We’ll stand before the judgment seat of Mighty God, and answer for each deed upon the path we trod. So it behooves each one to seek forgiveness now, and then not loose any unfirm hand from...

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In a world where time flows like a river that forgets its bed, poets remain forever outside of time, a kind of travelers through the labyrinth of thought, with eyes open to dreams that others have long closed in the chest of forgetfulness. They are the shadows that dance on the walls of ancient citadels of imagination, carrying with...

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Russet, Crimson and Golden colors adorn the spiraling leaves that are falling so slowly and beautifully, spreading over the landscape. They are making a natural blanket, keeping the earth warmer, and covered for the coming winter. The sky colors are a less vibrant pale and gray, because the sun has shorter daylight hours. The transition from fall...

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God Forgets, People Often Don’t Miracle Man 5/19/2023 *“come unto me and I will give you rest,” all that God requires is we give Him control. When from a contrite heart we’ve confessed, He forgives our sins and makes us whole. But a person’s future can still be impacted, by the number of skeletons hanging around. These unpleasant things can’t be redacted, and in the...

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The opalescence of the early morning light flows over everything It touches over ever leaf, every tree, every exposed part of her skin She stares at the sky as the dawn breaks It shines brighter and brighter The dew illuminated with the power of the sun Everything around buzzes with the recharge of a new day Everything but her Volatile thoughts...

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This is for all the forgets that you found. The not coming back but are always around. The next step at losing a back for the frame. Lost in a lesson like “remember my name”. This is an always with a door next to there. A face in a crowd yet a fact of so...

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Sparrows delight the grass. A hawk swoops. Death dances, the living rejoice. The day arrives blaming no one. The sky wipes its face....

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Sparrows delight the grass. A hawk swoops. Death dances the living rejoice. The day arrives blaming no one. The sky wipes its face....

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Not bringing along my tool Has me made a Big fool: A breaker of workers First Rule And copyist of The Empty Mue That should back turn to school… So unprofessional an omission That I be quick about its admission But here I am rather cool, Placidly surveying a greenish pool While I had all deserved but a stool And time to over spirogyra drool....

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A narrow muddy creek, beyond the creek a new housing lot. Further on a small stand of wood where a large woodland once spread all the way to the highway. Beyond the highway a farm clings to fifty acres but not much thrives and much is failing. Then you arrive at the only hill for miles around I sometimes go there in the snow when all the...

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Our plump Santa did search in his pouch, In the table, he searched, near the couch; He searched there, he searched here, But found not his specs dear - "On your face" said his wife in a grouch! I Need A Good Laugh: Xmas Limerick Contest Poetry Contest Date: 12/16/2021 Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Syllables: 9/9/6/6/9 Syllables checked in Syllable and Letter...

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Basset Hound had a gift to deliver, but he forgot to whom. He had reminded himself by remembering to say witch’s broom. Was it Witch Hazel? Asked his mother, trying to help. He thought it was another, possibly the northern elk. But why would he give him a gift? They did not get along. Would it help you to sing...

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When money intervenes There is little resistence When man thinks of money There is no place for others Not even God Whenever man thinks of God There are too many requests Money, power, happiness, longivity and many more But man always Forgets to reserve a place in the heart For "Him", the almighty god....

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Love even if it's a thread, binds us for a lifetime... Some deny or forget, these never truly loved... Not that I live by this thread, but in truth I say to you: organic memory of a kiss of love, will never be forgotten... This is pure sacrosanct truth... !...

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