I Am Poems | Examples of I Am Poetry

walking in the dark when you have accepted Christ - God will hold your hand ...

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I Am I Am a falling star falling hard for the heart of God I Am I Am in a Baja in a Hallor workoing hard for the heart of nher daughter...

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For my parents, I am the son who carries their prayers on his shoulders like wings of light, in a silent dance of stars gathering to build a universe worthy of their love. They say they're lucky to have me, but I'm just an echo of the love I was bathed in. For my younger brother, I am...

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feel like I'm in the twilight zone up in space and I'm all alone. I cannot breathe I have no air screaming for help but there is no one there. I can't see earth it is out of my view I just keep floating what can I do I am past the...

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We are inheriting Art and Arc Of trying to understand. How once, we were fingers, Born of the same common hand. Miniatures born into this land Of thought. Tactile each, and that ought, To have been enough. But, In the sound of each brushed whisper Overheard in the billowing clouds, We fought the thought Of the popular injunction. Loud as a newborn’s...

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giggling swaying around carelessly... i feel my life in a state of fantasy... few days before, i recall.. i swear, i thought i be in a downfall... grateful and hopeful, i am.. glancing around seeing miracles charm.. God must have opened the door.. thus, encouraging me to follow... it is not of my own accord.. to my God, i trust He mark in record... i...

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our home care workers would lose their essential care taking jobs and their clients would also lose their necessary services. If you are on Medicaid, you should send your own cards to your Senators. They are more interested in providing unnecessary tax cuts for billionaires who don't really need them instead of protecting the very best interests of lower income...

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I am going to spend My whole life loving you My dear Father I am going to spend My whole life praying for you My dear Father I am going to spend My whole life Writing some poems For you my Dear Father Don't worry Father I won't let you down If I make a promise to you I will keep it Because I want to see you Happy Father ...

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On some days, I am the pencil, drawing with uncertain steps hopes on sheets of paper, My hand trembles, but leaves traces of dreams still daring to take shape, Other days, I am the eraser, erasing with such force that holes remain like memories, The paper tears under the burden of my attempts to make everything disappear, to...

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I am pretty much unqualified To judge poetry contests To draw cartoons To paint canvases To use a chainsaw To write a book Yet I do all of these things Without certification, license or diploma Because no one has demanded my qualifications...

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Located in Accra, near the Gulf of Guinea, In the town of Ashaiman Ghana, There is an aspiration within me to become his source of hope. Two years of heartfelt affection and thoughtful consideration have led me to question whether I should emulate Bob the Builder. Should I aspire to be his savior, I must acknowledge that...

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How do you heal from your past? How do you change the events that formed you? I can’t forget my past, It will forever linger with me. Who I am is not who I was, And who I am is not who I want to be, I look in the mirror and think to myself, Is this really what people see? ...

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Life's long ride  To which, I opted for smaller tides That comes and goes Like late comers summer night Seeing myself passing over the potion Summer changes into winter And now I am with the ocean With no direction just a sprinter ...

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I am like a storm that never wins, a rain that finds no shelter, I offer a few drops and sigh, they call it drama and look away, If it rains too much, they flee as if my truth would drown their worth, I remain dry and they complain, why am I cold, why am I silent, As if...

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I am a doodler There is a pen in my hand when I fall asleep I draw boxes, flowers, cartoon animals, scrolls When I get tired of drawing, I write stories I call them poems Hoping no one else will call me out on it Because I like posting them on poetry sites...

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