Full Poems - Poems about Full

Bowed down in prayer True contrition poured out there, Then love filled the air!...

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When Hell Is Full** Sweet memories fade like old Navy clothing, leaving an unpleasant taste in my mouth— like a can of Grace corned beef with stale onions, drizzled with oil; it was tolerable at the time. Years have passed, yet those thoughts still send chills down my spine. I utterly...

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a tiny drizzle or an avalanche of water cascading like Niagara Falls? April is giving us a joyful nod, emptying her clouds one at a time Clothes on the line went from being sprinkled to saturated robins had been hopping happily; now they are in hiding I was dancing with joy for the garden and I needed rain But this...

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A mind so busy My eyes are fuzzy My gates seems rusty My soul a bit frenzy... ... A bucket full of tears... Each moment in life Creates memories we strife A tear of joy or sadness I'm forever fearless With a satisfied fullness Thanks to God's greatness But deep down my soul Is a bucket full of tears like a...

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M-oon A-gain R-eveals Y-onder's A-ncient N-ight's N-ew A-ura, V-eiling E-very R-adiant O-utlook, N-ever I-n C-alm A-byss G-uiding U-s E-tenally V-ia A-lways R-eflective R-ays A-bove ©bfa060425 Monocrostic (Birthday of Maryanna Veronica Guevarra)...

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Infinite world, my only escape. Infinite world, the life I hate. My hand is cramping as I write. But I don’t care. I still fight. The lead is scraping paper thin, Slicing air with every spin. Infinite world, my one place. Infinite world, my only safe space. My pencil was once unused, Unmarked, clean, and unbruised. My hand was once unsure, Quiet, soft, and insecure. Not that...

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Horn Bull Full of Wool Haiku has been a big bull who with Trump there is much pull always will be full How about that one?...

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As Voltaire might have said, “ And yet it all works” Did you know, dear friends, that our galaxy Dash through space, at a speed of 2.3 million kilometres per hour, How does it not disintegrate? Why does the sun keep shining? How the earth turns around sun While it is also running at 2.3 million km/h? I know, there is in this perfect...

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Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused. — Paulo Coelho When first I'd peered into his dark brooding eyes there was an undercurrent, fathoms deep pulling me in. It...

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On a night with a full moon, when the wind whispers forgotten stories, I sit by the river that flows endlessly, like my thoughts, And I feel time dissolve, like mist under the gentle rays of morning, I feel the silence become a song of birds lost in the horizon, I feel the grass beneath my feet telling tales...

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how can you tell spring has sprung temperature blaze above in the trees spring do breeze flowers begin to dance under the sun Little ant sold his birthright rainbow vivid post text spectrum galaxies qualities domain ...

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Your laughter rings, a sound so sweet, Like spring’s first bloom, my joy complete. ...

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Lost in the world, Trying to figure out a way ahead.. I heard, there isn’t any fixed one! And thoughts want to be engaged in that question. As if that’s the nature wanting me to do. I do shut up, however. And its all full of emptiness. When I am doing something of heart, I forget everything and I am left with no...

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Storms are troubles that are a part of your life. They pass through from nowhere, in their wake is strife.. Pain and suffering may result and sometimes loss. There is coverage left for you, at the foot of the Cross. Nothing to put down, Someone already paid your cost. We'll find peace & comfort where suffering took place. A plan from...

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There are words that found their full measure only with you by my side, Now they remain unfinished, like a verse keeping an empty space, Meant only for your name, which once completed the harmony, Without you, I talk to myself, in whispers seeking your echo, Between every sentence slips the silence of a lost "hmm," The one that once...

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