Got Your Back Poems - Poems about Got Your Back

She is always in a position of humility An attitude of prayer ...

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moonlight turns raindrops into snow globe on windows reflections of us late night drive in rain drowsy eyes drop into sleep window cracked, white noise lights flickering through the rain my eyes flutter closed...

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Went searching for good enough and discovered it can only come from within myself So I went back to the future in a DeLorean to try to pinpoint when things began to veer off track so I could alter time to put them back It took a few trips after realizing I couldn’t quickly flip the script Started...

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He said ' look back at me' but she didn't want to see so the conflict carried on and events, spiraled uncontrolled, from day one she had to move from home she loved for the sake of parents, beloved and when he struggled to find the words her pride refused , his sense of worth she thinks he's not responsible actions but...

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I thought it was love, but I guess I was blind, You just played pretend and toyed with my mind. I gave you my heart, my soul, every year. Returned was your silence, your distance, and your love never here. I thought maybe one day you’d love me the same-how foolish to know I was your puppet on a...

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back off ! snail tells her suitor to slow down AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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I’m back once more. I spent a long night contemplating which people to remove from my life, the ones who drag me down. It’s time for a transformation in 2026, a chance to relieve the pressure in my chest. Like a Maidenform bra that left an imprint, What a relief it is to let them go....

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rewiring of rainbows across memories ~ child's play Submitted on July 24, 2025 for contest ILLUSKU : ILLUSTRATED HAIKU CHALLENGE sponsored by JCB BRUL (using my own painting)...

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I’d like to share this as a challenge to any who would like to try, as it can be read as a RHYME in five ways: #1 - left-to-right, top-to-bottom; #2 - right-to-left, bottom-to-top; #3 - left-to-right, bottom-to-top; #4 - alternating right-to-left, then left-to-right from top-down; #5 - alternating the same way from bottom-up. ____________________________ !abeam there...

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A tree needs sun, water and soil gives back its fruit... and its shade on a hot, sultry day A bee needs...

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the seventies is my go-to decade for it is when I was my cutest and my three daughters were born I looked terrific in my bell bottom jeans the edge of them had rickrack and lace I embroidered a happy face and flowers on her pockets my go-to vest was loaded with fringe I wore my hair long and messy; I felt...

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I vanished soft a stolen breath, a hush between the lips of death. But ink remembers how I taste, how slow I draw, how sweet, how chaste then twist the lace and let it slide, a metaphor with hips that glide. They say I left but I just leaned into the hush behind the screen. The lines you wrote, they danced in me, like...

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I … have courted luck in countless ways against ragged judgments and self-umbrage I still draw breaths, counted and the mirror has been charitable most I meet deem me forty (I’m not about to correct them) my visage betrays scant little of the darkness and damage within oh, it will one day chase me down - no doubt soon enough but I feign my teens in...

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So you can define a tree From a forest if its near But I cannot make you see And my words you cannot hear You destroyed a lilac grove You’re a beast with no remorse I don’t share your need to rove You’re the effect with no cause Now the Earth is yours forever Make it flat, cut off the trees Get your desert...

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Time changes with life and life changes with time. October grows too old, Hobbling backwards With the burden of years, On the sinuous alcove of time, Tenebrous and feathery, Her hidden lamps blinking furiously At the silhouettes of wasted days. The wasted leaves of autumn Break forth and dance down With the weak speed of burnt confetti. The clocks go back several ticks, Schlepping on the tired...

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