Forming Poems - Poems about Forming

More habit forming than any drug or liquor I considered myself sophisticated and wise, but the addictive power of texting and subsequently sexting took me by surprise, and impossible mission to neutralize despite experiencing scraping rock bottom as emotional lows courtesy accusations from the alewife, nevertheless communication, envisioning, and flirting with a veritable unknown females generates testosterone filled highs diatribes hurled lambasting me despite trying to articulate faux convincing...

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Will you form with me at the centre.? Any colonials Good and true..'Will you stand? To confront tyranny? Here there is a place for you.! all you will need is courage.. And the will to see it through..Will you stand and form The centre? as they think we still can't do.? Have you seen Their ramparts cracking? as Hoody drops...

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The Construct of an Essence Forming Collaborative custodians of remuneration for the poor Commemorative symposiums on humans need for wanting more Symbols of ancient mystery drawn upon cave walls Thimbles of fragrant misery born from what a man recalls A nieche in the marketplace, an advertisement that lies A piece of someone’s face falling plastic from their eyes The grief of the...

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The passing melancholy of an overactive mind Drags you beneath waves of lost time No notion to breathe permeates past the ache Crashing of waves doesn't encourage you to wake Intertidal zone creates time to stop and think Pelagic slumber though I wish to surface not sink...

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It needs to be populated, needs a landscape, skyscape or seascape some gymnastic escape into a cloud-forming poem. Mind meanders, it picks up diamonds and garbage from its endless highways. Mental are the minders of our inner fires. Space to be filled made to talk from a universal nothingness. Finger-painting moments. Populations emerge over a dim horizon walk until almost seen, then too often they turn only to walk away....

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“The Monk Windows, Ravens, Angels and Embryos Forming” Dawn arrives in the black and white misunderstood in the abstract you can see the embryos of thought forming always inside us the children white angel wings cover sleeping pages where raven wings spread like evensong in storm clouds cutting through the dissolving glass lighter things are never as they appear like windows forming where...

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July 3 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 26 Key Verse – Proverbs 26:10 The great God that formed all things both rewardeth the fool, and rewardeth transgressors. MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR FORMING ME Thank You for forming me from sinfulness’ destruction According to Your compassion Toward deeds of sanctification… Indeed securing my life by Your loving action. Thank You...

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I noticed, once I closed my deal That no matter what I chose to feel Everything is so purple and blue teal, ever since I cried out my fears craving to succeed I've been swiping for hours but not a single face makes me desire I go out and kick some street, saw some beautiful angels on a streak Even...

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I wanna know more Of what you have in store How long will I explore How much will I implore For you to open your door You won’t comply No matter how much I try I can’t seem to see behind the eye Waiting for the door to crack And the knob to pull back So I can fully see you And...

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Saw Clouds After Finally Forming What we saw were clouds finally forming, And are certain soon it will start storming; Always Knowing, Wind blowing, Then they burn away while up is warming. Jim Horn...

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.025 sequense .025 gold ! gold ! gold ! FORMATION, CAUSED ALL TO BE GRATFULE AND APPRECATE THE FACT THAT PEOPLE WITH...

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They listened They listened to you cry They listened to you scream Fists bloodied from beating walls Scars forming in your dreams They never loved your heart They never loved your being Their tortured, corrupted souls Offsetting what they’ve been All of their hate The memories of their screams They never let it go Until they could unseen Your life is their excuse For something to hurt Exorcise their suppressed...

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Lead or follow, who can fathom? some of both I do suppose, the measure of our true devotion lies within our very souls. Sporadic arguments and spats, contorted faces, angry eyes, or reconciliations struck lest we distrust, and then despise. The path to joy is fraught with trials, trying, testing constantly, living, loving through the bad times, seeking equanimity. Happy days are habit forming, colouring our lives...

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Lead or follow, who can fathom? some of both I do suppose, the measure of our true devotion lies within our very souls. Sporadic arguments and spats, contorted faces, angry eyes, or reconciliations struck lest we distrust, and then despise. The path to joy is fraught with trials, trying, testing constantly, living, loving through the bad times, seeking equanimity. Happy days are habit forming, coloring our lives...

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Lead or follow, who can fathom? some of both I do suppose, the measure of our true devotion lies within our very souls. Sporadic arguments and spats, contorted faces, angry eyes, or reconciliations struck lest we distrust, and then despise. The path to joy is fraught with trials, trying, testing constantly, living, loving through the bad times, seeking equanimity. Happy days are habit forming, coloring our lives...

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