Idle Words Poems - Poems about Idle Words

...Idle words dance; leaves in the wind. I walk the streets, somewhat chagrined, as they whirl about unconfined. Their magic takes root in my mind. Within myself, I come to see the treasures amon......

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...Before I stirred, the early bird Built a nest on my head Then on one date, it found a mate Before I got out of bed With outside dim, I tried beating him When next day I arose sooner But all I......

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...Bethlehem, a star attraction, out of thee, Among the chilliads, the small, the great. A shining example - how grateful are we? How deep and wide, one stellar star of fate. In storeh......

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... Talk Is Cheap By: Tom 2/15/2021 Life’s about in my doing not in what I say, my actions remain though time may creep. Idle words can haunt me on any given day, and because words come......

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...Window to the world No longer mere idle words ~ Gaze at your Dream-world......

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...This singularity, pandemic at Easter, global difference How singular that every nation is "shutting down," Each country reduces travel and trade. Unthinkable before Corona! ......

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...we live everyday wasting our lifetime speaking idle words sans rhyme......

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...Idle words transmit Laziness trapped in a web Wrapping the speaker......

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...There is a day of rest for you and me A Sabbath day of sweetest harmony Where God and man converse and blessings dwell and sacred hours are spent to be made well It is the seventh day, a holy t......

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...How many times Did you make me laugh? I lost count over the years Your soppy sweet smile The clumsiness you exude The funny guy That's what you are How many times Did you make me smile? Ch......

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...He was careless in the race Yet entered in by wondrous grace. His works of earthly gain, no more remain. The world’s pursuits there now disdained. Forlorn of blessings lost to greed, Mistaken go......

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...O burgeoning soul of sweet things mellowed to summer's surge, with autumn's dim appraisal loitered to a final song of ditties, the oozes of eve ferment my fewest keen-felt pu......

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...I’ve discovered that My brain is a place that knows no bounds Of expression. A magazine of thoughts, live rounds That lock Into the chamber, my mouth As my tongue cocks back, Hammers forward a......

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...Two boys in a field Just passing the afternoon Idle words spoken Aware of the song of bees The future only a dream By Winslow Homer-American Artist painted 1873 www.artdaily.org/index.asp?int_sec=2......

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...The idle words begin to take over my train of thought. My heart and my soul believe they can never be bought. The suttle feelings of emptiness and being alone What lies ahead of me, in reality the......

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