Full S Poems - Poems about Full S

(continued) Sonnet for Richard and Elizabeth Twice Wed, Never Tamed In Hollywood, where gods wear mortal skin, Their laughter roared and battles lit the screen. Twice wed, twice razed, they let each storm begin, And kissed with venom sweet and love obscene. He drank her name, she drank to match his fire, Their kisses sparked and turned to...

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Sonnet for Antony and Cleopatra Two Empires Entwined He gave up Rome to chase her scented air, A queen whose kiss could rouse the Nile to sing. Her throne was gold, but love her finer snare, And he, ensnared, abandoned crown and ring. They met as equals, each with pride unbowed, Yet love turned war when passion...

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I could've let my head rest on your shoulder, I could've held you tight in my arms, In the rain, I could've made declarations of love, But life felt complete there, Life felt enough there, Everything felt ready, Ripened, like a ray, No space for nonsense, No space for words, ...

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I'm standing by the mountain that reaches up so high. I'm looking toward the heavens and asking for a reason why? In the shadow of that mountain, I can't see my way through... but I'll start climbing for the summit because I know I walk with you. He'll lead me to the highest, he'll lift me and I'll...

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Vs.1) Up again, in the night No sound, no sight Only thoughts endlessly through my mind ...

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Summer Bliss Hiku 40 ...

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You came through quiet and refreshing like a gentle spring breeze. Far away enough from winter’s dreary wear, and soon upon us like the brightness of the summer sun. Just as days passed into years and years into decades, the time with you seemed to be a slow-motion blink, the kind where you have a...

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Sitting under a full moon I begin to think I think about how lucky the moon is Sitting high in the midnight sky Not a worry in the world I think about what it would be like to be the moon I light up the night sky To emit my glow and energy upon the world Lighting the way for those seeking home Then,...

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sky cracked hunchback moon spreads her bed window soft glow staging chasing nighttime lifetime coming going sleep tears sleep fears brim full hollow...

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At the age when I should have been carrying a backpack full of dreams and deadlines, I carry insomnia stitched under my eyes like war medals for which no one applauds, They tell me "it's just a phase," but what if it's actually the story of my life? What if this is all I'll ever have, a sky...

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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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