Forty Five Poems - Poems about Forty Five

I awoke from Illness at the age of forty-five, calm and lucid, In reasonable health, with a weakened liver and a face of borrowed flesh, The sunrise made its way through the window, settling on my shoulders like a veil, As if, stepping out of the fog of suffering, I had entered a world forgotten for its beauty. My...

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[Not strictly limericks as syllable count is out, But hey… be a rebel… ignore the rules!] _______________________________________ I met the young lady from flat forty-five I told her, “Your beauty makes me feel alive.” She said, “My name’s Lexi.” Her voice was SO sexy My heart beat as though it was in overdrive She took no persuading to give me a kiss And...

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If I never had to leave your side? I would forever be consumed by the desire to write ....

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He wandered into the kitchen in a grumpy mood, so blue Which lasted two seconds when he saw the friendly hue Of twenty-one month old Derrick and grinning doggie too No one could stay grouchy looking at smiles of these two Their natural smiles lit up the kitchen in every direction. Grandpa felt loved, and cherished, they exuded perfection. He put...

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It was a whiteout in bitter cold. You think you fell, though you don’t really recall. Rescued unconscious, airlifted to the ER, ...

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green as foliage’s in the sun; Beauties are forever. resplendent as the constellation of stars, Sunshine's are gems, rare; of creatures divinely clayed. hues of gold, scents of tulips. the charm, of a river nymph fleshed-up in the graces of heaven - Sublime. angels are known and felt before the tick of one second; You are one, a flower with the big heart and though few the times together, your...

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impressive palm print fills the bulk of the forest forty-five foot oak leaving me warm memories heavenly haven for crows...

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An Occurrence in New York at 4.45 pm on March 25th, 1911 True faith, liberty, the flag, our holy soil! Is it the cause that grants the martyr’s crown? Should martyrs owe this crown to tyrants or some evil foe? Are banality, indifference and callousness less cruel? Anno Domini nineteen eleven was the year, (on Annunciation Day according to...

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Love's cornerstone set Forty-five years together Dear wife of my youth Our sons, their wives, our lives full May love's embrace continue ~ to the moon and back ~...

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crutches compel my Divine woman to think first then to take a step...

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Three Forty Five Connection Wednesday afternoon? I don’t remember Technology---helper drives me crazy Not a magic mirror you brought me Yesterday afternoon? I don’t remember Seeing each other, both were smiling “Does he feel what I feel?” “I guess he feels” Or he..., “does she feel what I feel?” “I guess she feels” He brought funny staffs And I brought big smile Both were disturbed...

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I'm set apart from them so I decided to set the standard, and it just might be the same reason I'm having trouble handling it, so I ask myself does she really have to be damn near perfect when it's clear you got flaws, emotions that go up and down like a seesaw and promises...

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Thirty minutes later. Two a.m. and I'm still here, I haven't forgotten...... Thirty minutes, tears are racing, creating clock hands that point to the edge of my chin, trembling, my bones point only to the end and you, you're more than thirty minutes late. Screaming, I'm slashing my heart to bits, forty minutes now you've been screaming. Forty minutes later,...

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