Full Poems - Poems about Full

When the Full Moon Brightens the Sky When the full moon brightens the sky And dispels the darkness of night My love sets my heart racing high Ignites in me flames of delight And with whispering waves of sigh Holds me in close embrace so tight. ...

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cold moon… trouble me not with your naked eye dark tears of light you liquefy and bathe in blood slow western crawl capture breath upon god’s wall a winter’s river sweet black as stone in me your darkness flows alone dispossession life is war an unsound calm defines your core so out of place we wander wane the scent of...

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You adore the moon only when it is full and bright across the endless expanse of the night sky. That is why I fear your love, like a storm approaching slowly, yet surely, in its silence. Who can tell me that you will continue to love my shadows, when my soul is blue and heavy, when I do not shine under...

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I love an English breakfast (Sorry, my poor heart) Bacon fried in lots of oil, Two fried eggs as well. Sizzling sausages Complete the Joy ...

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I am that night which is full of darkness, Neither the moon is my companion, nor the stars have any existence. Every corner cries a story inside me, But no one listens, everyone waits for the morning. I have cold sobs in my lap, Shadows of broken dreams. People say I am scary, But how do they know, how true I am. Every...

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There is a Man Full of Mercy and His name is Jesus Christ! During your brokenness We will have a degree of emptiness in our lives But when we bow our knees and Ask for mercy, then mercy will be given The Lord Jesus is Full of Mercy Approach him and ask, and Mercy shall be given He gave Himself as a ransom...

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Inspired by an encounter with a stranger. God, His Angels and the Universe always have our backs and they are great at sending messages. Our Universe is full of surprises By Michelle Morris 13/04/2025 Today I took a chance Today I helped a stranger A man along the side of the road Where the Universe had placed...

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Everyone sang of your beauty, in words and poems, through rooms full of murmurs, but you only heard my silence, where words needed no sound. Everyone longed to see you, like darkness chasing the moon across the sky, but you gave me the first light, a vision like a forgotten dream reborn. Since you began to smile gently, with...

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A vision spun, from starlight's gentle gleam, A whispered wish, a sweet and waking dream. You were my fantasy, a perfect A masterpiece, held closely in my heart. Each gentle word, a soft and sweet refrain, A soothing balm, to ease away the pain. You were the answer to my soul's desire, A burning, incandescent, tender fire. The image formed, within my...

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I have measured my worth in halves— half a plate, half a bite, half a person. Chewing on numbers, swallowing silence, practicing hunger like a shadow, but it never fades. Fullness is a cruel, suffocating weight. A mistake lodged in my stomach, a constant reminder that I don’t belong. I press my hands against my skin, as if I could suffocate it, shrink it until...

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Never a fool but your cup's full, With force you seek my downfall. ...

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If you think my hands are full, you should see my heart. The wrangling in of these three boys can be the hardest part. I’m quite outnumbered everywhere we go, by the looks on their faces, we can really put on a show. Is it sympathy or annoyance, sometimes it’s hard to tell; at times it makes...

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The moment I looked, the world was full of nameless strangers, And on a night when darkness sparkled, tears flowed silently, My eyes caught yours, as if I had found a hidden dream, I wished to sing your beauty with my gaze, a silent melody, I wished to write you with my lips, a story of desire and fire, I...

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Whence sonnets are sung, full-throated and deep, and fresh bars of sweet bliss are echoing; though happily sung poems can make thee weep within thine innermost and inward being? What such work of art can genius then inspire, through lines so purely expressed with profound words...

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Dark Spreading Tiny stars Are shining bright ...

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