Had Poems - Poems about Had

Wailing for her demon lover, Coleridge had it right A masterful poet, his words are ominous, not light. Did he have his own sweet love? Was she a secret too? Gothic ideas of mystery swirl around my brain in blue. Coleridge was a master; his work keeps me on the edge. His imagery on the brink of pushing me just...

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We had so many days Without the sun That rain on and off It was horrible Because the sky was Always grey I didn't go out During the rainy days I decided to catch up On my sleep Because I was very tired And I woke up Every single day At noon Then I watch a little bit Of television Then when it was 5:00 PM I went back to bed sleep I...

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I used to walk with a crowd. Loud laughs. Cheap talk. Moments that felt full— until the silence came and I realized I didn’t know myself at all. I wore masks so well, even the mirror believed them. Told the right jokes. Held the line. Swallowed pain like pride and called it being a man. But one day, the noise got too loud. The smile cracked. And the man...

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A eulogy for the me I had to kill to survive She lay in a casket I was the killer But was it really me? When the world gripped her hand and told her to kill her blackness She stared in a mirror Full of sadness Knowing she would kill her last bit of innocence So did I...

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If I had a marshmallow shooter, I would pelt my friend Her craving for marshmallows would come to an end. These soft squishy sticky sweets would be all over her lawn And stuck to every sweater and dress she tried on I would make sure there were marshmallows in her hair. She would have to take them with her everywhere. I...

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How well do I recognize you? Well enough to trace the shape of your silence in a crowded room— to name the wind incidentally your hair catches it, to predict your upcoming breath from the tremble in your fingertips. You laugh in the same way you're hiding a violin in your chest, and walk as you're balancing a thousand quiet revolutions in your shoes. You produce...

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Supply ships arrived ready to delight the colonists It was a strange eerie day on Roanoke Island No colonist ran out to greet them The ship crews searched for them They had vanished The word Croatan was carved into an oak tree The only indication they had been there at all No bodies were found, no drag marks No sign of a struggle It...

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She was the girl that went unnoticed She kept herself small, she didn't want to be the focus But deep in her pockets Her biggest secret She was a poet It wasn't some big revelation Like she had already known it Her lack of confidence wouldn't let her do it But little did she know she was already chosen When she was born her...

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In the realm of multiple realities I wish I'd have a lifetime of meditative contemplation where I'd have spent my days in gratitude and admiration. I'd have contemplated the magic that is the universe and how it works with all its cogs and gears. I'd have taken in the majesty of nature's beauty and serenity in all its every splendid detail. I wish I'd learned to still my...

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If soil could complain- if air could sign, if Earth could weep, and if humanity could truly speak of what it has done to itself.   They would recount quite wounds, buried in silence, echoes stifled by times, memories sealed away, folded within like secrets- the world refused to hear.   But silence is not peace, it is a storm held in the lungs, a scream never given voice.   And if...

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He wore a hoodie, she had an attitude He wore a hoodie So you immediately assumed he had a weapon He wore a hoodie So you immediately assumed he was on the way to a drug deal He wore a hoodie So you thought he was hiding something He wore a hoodie So you thought he was a good for nothing...

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If Satan had said sorry My hunger wouldn’t haunt me daily I’d breathe in peace And sleep without the weight of worry. But pride made him defiant He traded my hope for his ego Now I walk through life unknown With doubt as my shadow. If Satan had said sorry Maybe God would still feel near And grace wouldn’t hang from a cross Paid in blood...

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If I had met you in another age, when time flowed more slowly and solemnly, I would have written your name in vivid ink, on parchment that preserves eternally, I would have escaped to secret libraries, where silence embraces stories, On the margins of old volumes, I would have laid down my devotion. But here we are, in this...

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Had I Been I woke up, drenched in my emotions. Had I been— Had I been with a sinner, I would have never questioned my sins. Once a sacrosanct soul, now a pillar of guilt. I prefer to paint my own world, rather than let anyone paint it— and wash it away. Had I been with a lover, I would have never known what it takes to...

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Have We Not Had Some Fun (My Dear, Dear Girl) Oh my, how the years have run, Have they not, my Dear, Dear girl? Have they not seen their share of struggle and fun, Have they not, my Dear, Dear girl? Have we not tasted defeat, Drunk of delight? Have we not known the pleasures Of darkness and light? Have we not known...

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