Getting Over It Poems - Poems about Getting Over It

I am always trying to put words into the mouth of mornings, speak over the quiet that descends at dusk when the world pauses to take a breath. It is my voice I hear echoing back in the wind and my fears that crawl the dark on those long nights. I make the world a reflection of me. I seem to get in the way and...

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They do well to accustom you to life ~ the process of going under the knife ...

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She kneaded and rolled it past midnight precisely added egg-white Yet she still didn’t get the recipe right ‘til she mixed love in with daylight ...

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I hate that I let people waste my time. They'll clutter my head with busy chatter and I let them unload their garbage. They walk away without a clue that they have defecated on my peace. I keep thinking they'll get wise to it but they never do and still I say nothing but maybe just maybe today's the day... AP: Honorable Mention...

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My phone died this week. I’ve ordered a new one— I’d like to say I’ve enjoyed the silence, just lo-fi music playing, slipping into a flow state. But I’d be lying. Only a handful of friends to tell. Enough to register the tragedy of going off-grid like it’s 1503— where I imagine I’d be decent at throwing logs on a fire, but useless at...

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“Doo-doo, doo-doo,” we hear the beast coming. Music gets under our skin. The worst of attacks, narrated by the boat’s captain. Unsettling sink of the USS Indianapolis. Just below the hull, a giant life wanting to strike a blow. This boat a smaller target. Getting chummy, stomachs lurching. Baited by grimmer details. A solid blow to the vessel. All hands on deck...

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It seems that I am getting old and grey, my body's also slowing down its pace. But, I've still much to do, and much to say. It seems to me that life is like a race, It starts off fast with youth upon your side. You swiftly run and barely leave a trace. It seems each day is like a rolling...

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If you want To go out Have a drink Shake a leg Take a bet Take a chance Win or lose Have a dance I don't really care I don't care All that much Come and go it - so? Have a run Getting fit I don't really Give a... What do you want Do you know Please yourself Let it - go Take a risk Feet first Jump right in Bubble - burst If you think about, how...

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They say age is just a number, but its much more than that. Now everything I eat or drink just somehow turns to fat. I used to kick a soccer ball all over sunny fields of green but now I throw my knee out just pulling on my jeans . My auburn hair that hung in waves, long and full of...

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It's your birthday my sunshine My most amazing and improving niece Absolutely beautiful Both in heart and body Whosoever meets or knows her Always experience genuine love Her tenderness is so contagious. Wherever she enters She always lights up the room You can never kill her vibes Because she never forced vibes She doesn't need the hype She's not...

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It's amazing how much I thought I had healed. I thought I found safety and happiness, That I was moving past all the hurt from before. But it just snuck it's way into this home. Until every corner was wallpapered in hurt. Until entering every room felt like walking onto the firing line. "In the kitchen watch for him throwing...

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Bathing beauty with her ducky umbrella Cruised the lake, expecting to meet a fella This did not happen, but she had a fine time For she was eating cookies and drinking wine No one noticed her, because of her age Women become invisible after twenty said a sage I think it’s horrible because twenty is so young But seriously, after twenty, women...

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remembering the lose of bail bonds the horrible time in our "nations" history when we almost lost control the people had thought of freedom and they were little in the understanding of protection policy is policy change is not a good we can afford..... the run on sentence structure and the run on the banks of boys 2 men...

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Dorian Grey has lost all trace of his self-image. Like many elderly male models, there are now no mirrors in his mind. Musty images of his centenarius youth are hid in crusty shoeboxes. Like many, he collects his social security, munches slowly on a daily bowl of Cheerios, then entertains himself by watching cat videos on YouTube. Sometimes, he pens the odd melancholy muse as do...

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I'm getting away...from the way I used to do I'm getting away...from the way I used do too I'm getting away...from the way I used to think I'm getting away...from the way I used to drink I'm getting away, getting away, getting away I'm getting away, getting away, getting away I'm getting away...from the way...

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