Hundredth Poems - Poems about Hundredth

We all I say things that we don't mean- sometimes lack consideration. But once those things are recognized- (shouldn't) we seek reconciliation? The truth of that, it lies within- the depth of someones love. And value comes unveiled- when hardships shared, come push to shove. So if one, of the two souls- should find itself astray. It should be very evident-...

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We are the same, but oh so different- both intrigued by life's strange flow. Inquisitive as to how- my Hellish life's led to this "home". He'd shown light upon my scars- in ways I'd never seen before. He did not dismiss their depths- but led me to so much more. So I traversed uncharted places- In hopes I'd find my purpose. And though...

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Once Upon A Time- For now the hundredth time it seems. A ray of hope shines through- And it illuminates my dreams. The fear arises quickly- As it builds up in my chest I pause and wonder now- What separates him from the rest? Am I obliviously blinded- By his sweet words, and his smile? Or is this genuinity- A gem that's...

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I feel you hovering around me, your presence, your spirit, a feeling, like fingertips lightly grazing the skin. Ten years have passed since you shook off the coils of this world. Your presence is not some ethereal spirit condemned to haunt a place of past transgression, but more that of a father, connected forever to the ones that...

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I. A hundred years of age—a birthday rarely reached; He never got to fifty, and fifty years are gone And more. That afternoon the TV set was on— I wasn’t even five years old—and while we watched A Fractured Fairy Tale, they broke in with the news And straightway, all around, the very world waxed sad. The shock and grief-- the...

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It was quiet in the meeting room just down the hall, as I came in. I knew that she would be, as well. And there she was, propped in her wheel chair, body in pink jumpsuit, cocked far to the side, not quite asleep. For her, there was no false facade. One saw, and got a mumbling ancienne and no apologies. Then suddenly it...

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