If Poems - Poems about If

They ask me why I write like this, as if I have swallowed something I cannot digest, I tell them that I do not craft poems, I survive them, I carry them as a burden, Each verse is a wound that decided to speak, a silent cry in the quiet night, Each stanza is a bandage pretending to...

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Tell me if this is love or hate That you are feeling against God I don't understand you at AII How can you hate God After all he gave you He gave you love Can you understand that He gave you Plenty of love Without you even asking for it AIso it was God that made You In his image And he gave you life You can't live without life Because...

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If I gave up sugar would I crave more salt? Filling up my diet with potato chips and French fries? If I gave up sugar would the enamel grow back on my teeth Would my missing teeth grow back? If I gave up sugar would I lose weight and feel healthy? Would I still be me? I daresay I will never know...

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if tomorrow happens to be what ive waited so long for, then my eyes might start to pour. ill say yes, although you already knew. i never lost you, only tried. but not even once did my heart say goodbye. ive tried letting go, tried to forget. but something about you, your love, my soul could not reset. i...

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THREATS FROM MAFIA HITMAN FROM DETROIT FAKING HIS DEATH TO IMPERSONATE MY FATHER THE SON OF A MASONIC TEMPLE MEMBER 33 AND 3RD CHICAGO CHAPTER DUR TO PETERS GARGANO TIES TO MILWAUKEE DRUG OPERATION HE HIRED HITMAN TO MURDER ME TODAY I AM BLESSED I AM SAFE FROM THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OF WISCONSIN KKK...

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I'd steal it back— my poem that she posted as her own. I'd name her plainly, demand a public apology— an admission of hypocrisy from the one who keeps her hands clean, grins like a simpleton, cackles like she's getting away with it, this even meaner magic. Navel-gazing Narcissus must not have realized I was never planning to stay quiet....

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WHAT IF I... what if I listen to poets more than politicians? what if I trust prayer more than the news? ...

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I wonder what he’d say to me as we strolled along the way. I think a truth he’d share with me, and here’s what he might say. “It’s not a message you’ll understand, at least not right away.” “It will always be here with you, although I cannot stay.” “My truth I leave with you,...

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Descending s p l a s h infuses brook. Falling from on high, cockcrow skies. E a r l y risers, on boat, take l o o k. O bittersweet g r a c e …angels’ sighs. P a i n t e d hues, (God never forsook the human race) the bright dawn...

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If life was a book, Then I would have never picked it up. I would have never kept reading. I would’ve burnt the book the second I had the chance. It’s like a book you know gets bad, but you can’t help but read on. It’s a book, it’s meant to be read. It’s life, it has to be lived. If life...

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If time could feel, Would it feel sorrowful, And try to cling to the moments That were good? Or would it be relieved That the bad ones had passed away— Although they would not be forgotten? If time could feel, Would it wonder If it would last forever, Just ticking by: Minute by minute, Day by day, Decade by decade? If time could feel, Would it try to rewind— Try to...

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If I had a marshmallow shooter, I would pelt my friend Her craving for marshmallows would come to an end. These soft squishy sticky sweets would be all over her lawn And stuck to every sweater and dress she tried on I would make sure there were marshmallows in her hair. She would have to take them with her everywhere. I...

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if mankind could fly then prisons would have to build giant aviaries...

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'What does the ticking of a melting clock sound like?'—overheard in Dalí _______________________ A clock made from ice lies on sun-scolded tiles— the ticks go slower, steadier, ...

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I remain in the silence of the evening, wondering if it still matters now, Whether you have forgotten me or if I was meant to forget you, Because, in the end, what truly mattered wasn't the goodbye, But the way you stayed, honest and full of love, Truly present when I needed someone the most, Like a warm light embracing...

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