Hold In Poems - Poems about Hold In

Life is short, a fleeting breeze you cannot hold in your hands for long, and the world is full of questions that remain suspended in the air, unanswered. I want to explore as much as possible, to learn about cultures that clothe the heart, to speak new languages that open doors to unknown universes, to try skills that ignite...

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There was a buzz in the air My Grandad had bought himself new gloves And get this 'half price!' "How did you do it Grandad?" I asked, quite wide eyed and looking for wisdom "Well, these were in the window. One side is faded, but they function just the same and you can't tell if you wear that...

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???????????????? At the early dawn, when eyes slip away from the fraying night. I feasted upon a dime of hours lost. The wasteful minutes, the misheeded seconds, life demands here. At the moment, I feel like running back to the past like a wind, To rewind the hand of time. Clutching it down, tight in the grasp of my hand. and never let it slips...

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There was an old Witch with a beauty-mole On her nose that looked like an ugly troll. Spook, her hungry cat, Like a bobcat sat, Tail wagged, lost self-control and left a hole. 10/31//2022 A Funny Limerick - Make Me Laugh Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin...

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Such Dreams, Hold In Place My Grieving Heart A gentle song in your voice, only I could hear loving you my choice, losing my greatest fear Grabbing that light coming from your soft eyes was touching a rainbow in clear blue skies! Your beauty, stream growing splashing flowers my heart beating for our time, midnight hours Your glowing soul, baby steps...

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we hold in our hands the narrative we artists and social scientists 21st century armaggedon screaming dysfunctional children of history living by purely subconscious, instinctual visceral pulsing product of a campaign of vassals dedicated to erasing history here we are. so what do we do, we artists and social scientists? we scream we cry we bleed but also, and very important we analyze we do all this and...

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Sad mourners packed the church today. Poor Davie had passed away. A Christian and a family man. His life never went astray. As a boy he joined the Boys Brigade. Twas the makings of this lad. Still youthful nearing 70. Which makes his passing sad. My dad knew Davie very well. He worked with him for years. Talked motor cars and caravans. Great memories bathed in...

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I hold in my hands the candle of light to guide the people through the night . I hold in my hands the candle of peace to guide the people as they sleep. I hold in my hands the flag of freedom to show this great nation that their is love and peace in this kingdom....

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