Her Poems - Poems about Her

Her desires are thrown out onto the table They slide off, pouring onto the floor Because there are so many of them Her desires are unruly and jovial They cannot be tamed, and they laugh at her. She is their victim and she knows it. What she wants is what she wants. She likes everything. She especially wants what others have. Her desires border...

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When I saw her I became aware Of the Earth's gravity And my mass tethering my body To this rock in space...

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Her Eyes Her eyes could always See his soul Which are eyes That notice everything. He always dreamed of Touching her. She would know how To soothe his loneliness— How to smile at his eyes And read the energy That silhouettes his body Like a soft blanket of love. When she is worried, She laughs to warn him As he can be unrestrained...

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Sometimes, the longing for her overwhelms me, and no one else knows this silent pain, Most people think my pain is just poetry, just words, images from my wandering mind, They don't see the battles I fight deep within my soul, where shadows dance on the edge of memories, Maybe sometimes I lie in poetry because the truth...

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They called her triple scoop at school cuz she was kind of plump she was made of ice cream, so all day long she ran and ran and ran Sliding in and out of freezers just to gather herself up in a clump They called her "Dairy Queen Of Junior High" she...

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Once upon a time In the context of a rhyme I asked something of you, If you would say, I do No fanfare and no scene Just cowboy boots and jeans A flower for your hair That evening in my chair A Paris honeymoon Roll out of bed at noon Champs Elysees sweatshirt A floral patterned skirt A walk out on the rue Hand in hand...

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My ideas are different than hers I could share mine, but I have learned not to She wears ear muffs against my ideas I keep silent, But I am different because I listen to her Sometimes changing my mind Whereas she never opens herself up to any kind of change....

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A lady I knew travelled the world looking for the perfect mountain, the most pleasing shape that would attract her uplifted eyes. She was an atheist, perhaps in her own way she was looking for God. Many mountains came close to perfection, but none were impeccable enough for her. Sitting on rocking chairs on a cabin porch in West Virgina, she confided all this to...

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The reason why i keep to myself my feelings in simpler terms is because i can't explain them I tell myself it's all okay, But I know it’s just a lie I can't even bring myself to tell the person i trust most I don't want her to worry I don't want her to doubt I don't want her to fear Or...

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This poem is featured on YouTube (The Convergence point with Dr. Ivan Edwards), bringing its words to life through spoken expression. Do not just hear—listen. Let her voice settle in your bones, not as sound, but as meaning, as truth that lingers long after words fade. When you listen, she melts into devotion. Look at her—truly see...

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I call her Ms. H because names are easier than saying— I was too much. Too soon. Too wrong. She isn’t loud. She doesn’t speak. She waits— in the gap between what I gave and what you didn’t take. Ms. H isn’t you laughing at me. She’s the one who dusts me off when I offer my beating heart— just for you to forget it on your way out. She’s the one...

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I saw her once beneath the city lights, A siren cloaked in velvet nights. She moved like poetry, soft and slow, With eyes that knew the world below. She turned me down in younger days, I wore the silence like a maze. Thought love had cursed me, left me bare, While she danced freely without care. But time—oh time, the painter sly— Draws lines...

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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? ...

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I’ve tried to fall asleep And forget what we were. What we had doesn’t matter If you’re not here to share the moments. What if I never told you? Would we still be together— Or would our relationship Still fall apart in the storm? Thoughts of you flood my mind, And for some reason, they still hurt. Shouldn’t memories of you make me smile? Why is...

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