He Poems - Poems about He

As I held him close aboard this morning's earliest train, I had an epiphany that my love for him will never wane And I will be with him through all of life's pleasure and pain....

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He Will Find Love Again Love was the shield that guarded his heart, A sky of clouds protecting his universe. He was playful, innocent, full of light— Determined to conquer the world with his sight. But his strength began to fade As love slipped quietly away— Not out of betrayal, But for the hope of something better. He watched it disappear Like grains of sand...

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AND THEN HE WAS GONE OFF THE COAST OF KISH ISLAND IRANIAN INTELLIGENCE A ROUND ABOUT OF DETAILS MOSTLY THE STARTLING FIVE PHOTOS OF BOB LEVINSON HOLD UP NOTES WHILE WEARING ATTIRE FROM GITMO REACHING OUT PLEADING FOR HELP BUT WHERE WAS BOB NOTES READ YOU CAN'T OR YOU DON'T WANT QUESTION MARK HELP ME...

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He asks, "Will you always stay by my side, like a star that never fades?" I look at him, my heart is like a sea full of answers yet to be spoken, I wish he knew I've waited an eternity to meet someone like him, To laugh together like two streams flowing side by side, to hold hands...

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Pete could not decide whether to outfox or outwit His sister said, “why not outsmart?” That hurt him a bit Their brother was not easy to bamboozle, fleece or befool Their mother suggested, why not first try the golden rule?...

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How deep is the hate how foolish the claims how silly the egoism how petty the jealousy how sad the lack of character how does one wake up inside the lies of poetry dead ink, a worthless soul The world is now more aware are you? ...

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Pete could not decide whether to outfox or outwit His sister said, “why not outsmart?” That hurt him a bit Their brother was not easy to bamboozle, fleece or befool Their mother suggested, why not first try the golden rule?...

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“Paint me like one of your french boys.”, he said. I told him I didn’t paint. I would love to paint, the problem is I feel as though color just ruins my art. I told him this. I wish he would’ve said, “Oh darling if you won’t paint me, Then I can paint you, I know so many colors that...

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In a dream being chauffeured to where? I do not know where? the silence stifling still as the night, stars glowing… but the chauffeur, driving heedless to my faith – Jesus is dead, he speaks like a bullhorn going off in my mind, grief surrounds me but the dream comes to life… “He is ALIVE!” I say it, my voice amplified WHO IS THIS MAN? my mind enters the war...

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Little Larry came in using a wet puppy as an umbrella He’s starving, he loves me, he is such a good fella Where did you find him? He smells like wet dog Behind Brewster’s woodshed, next to their hog He is hungry, maybe starving, he needs a new home. His mother said he also needs a bath and a comb. We...

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Epirus saw the needs of it's people through the eyes of there need. While on Mimaki the mounds of architecture were unveiled to a world wishing for modern sification . Turisotto meddled enough to evoke a sense of being a villaist, often due to the themes of control, power, and defiance to sway her feelings one might wish to be...

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He Is Risen (A Linking Pin Sonnet in the Spence Style) The stone was rolled—rolled far from death’s command, Command could not contain the Son of light. Light broke the tomb and touched the trembling land, Land kissed His feet, awakened by His might. Might bowed to love, for love could not stay dead, Dead gave way when life began to...

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My children this is dad, whenever you are sad, Talk to God, he will listen to you. Think of something to say, to Him everyday. At this age, that's what I try to do. I can say this is true, He keeps his word to me and you, Throughout my life he always did. He spoke to my mind, every night...

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A man is to be pitied when he lacks courage, when the challenge of freedom frightens him, When he chooses to remain on the soft pillows of security, like a prisoner of his own comfort, Watching life through the windows of others, without daring to step onto the ground of truth, Forever a spectator of time, a traveler...

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I was sipping tea, so calm, so sweet, Charts were clean, no sign of heat. NY session, chill as can be, Then—BOOM!—the news comes straight for me: “Trump is back, and he's not done— More tariffs, more drama, more Twitter fun!” He taxed China, slapped their goods, Markets flipped—I lost my “shoulds.” Steel from Canada? Hit with a fee, Even Mexico got no trading...

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