If Poems - Poems about If

Inspired by Bob Dylan song : Make You Feel My Love The sparkling dawn lights bright My heart’s horizon of longing in glow Spreads the sunburst colors of delight On my love’s sparkling meadow. In my mind’s valley of yearning I’ve traced a trail to reach you The fervent clouds of my craving Melt in the...

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Why try to fix something that isn't broke?Why try to mend a structure that is fine. What is the point in fixing something that is fine. I don't understand why you keep messing with my mind. Am I not a perfect being that you made? What is not wrong with this blade? Why can't you...

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If you really do love me, Do what I say, said Jesus. Don’t delay or put it off To some other time Only today is your special day To do what I say So - do what I say today. Tomorrow’s tomorrow Completely unknown Your strong expectation Your highest of hopes Your plans and intentions No certainty know. No matter how sure You think you control God alone...

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There are no moments which we need to count, because we dwell in the eternal now, with no fears or desires left to surmount, as bliss mists rise within, which we allow. With vibrant emptiness as now the norm, as we’re swathed in currents both cool and warm, we are as we are, at peace and complete, drenched in sublime bliss mists,...

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If only I had but a clue, Then surely, I'd know what to do. With life's mystery gone, I'd settle upon Some course that I can't now construe....

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If your charms are here, my arms are here… no degrees of separation between yours and mine, my dear ...

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Hyperbole hubris Venal penal Avarice abyss Bucolic tonic? Ironic…sardonic Or Vitriolic bliss mate! Mendacious salacious Algorithm schism Audacious outrageous Vicarious or nefarious Whatever geography Clever hagiography Moderate.. no berate Generate..venerate hate Casting various sordid spells Schadenfreude morbid void Everlasting..well..it sells well (swell) But Despotism urges Nepotism Surges of Plutocracy Merges with scourges of Kleptocracy Purges meritocracy...dirges of Democracy So Resist narcissists trysts Reminisces.. enlighten..persists Sagacious benevolent gracious times Redolent without malicious vicious Murky mucky malevolent mists...

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Everyone talks about what they seek in love, as if love were a mirror meant to reflect only desire, to be just the echo of an inner call. But I am not here to ask what you want from me; rather, I want to ask what you once wished to find within yourself but never managed to discover, what...

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-In the dead of night, when the world is silent, her whispers haunt the shadows of my mind. “Daddy, I’m so tired… I don’t want to be here anymore.” Her small voice, trembling like a ghost, echoes in my heart — a chilling reminder of the fragile life we’re trying to hold together. Late at night, when silence drapes...

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if i die before i awake do not cry as am at heavens gate, looking at you all down below, showing you my love will always flow, if you need me just call my name, believe am here and never in vain, i will be beside you by your side, even tho you think i died, my spirt is close and warm, i...

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O God of blistered stars and silence, I crawl to You with blood beneath my nails— Not theirs, my own. I tore at shame like bark from skin, But it rooted deeper still. Do You see me now? A cathedral of cracked marrow, Where hallelujahs rot before they bloom— I cannot pray without trembling. The night — I dare not name it — Stitched its...

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Live every day as if it were your last, they told me, words carrying shadows and chills, a thought like a storm gathering on a clear sky, a pressure that presses to immobility, a swan song that moves the soul in circles of unease, where time intertwines with fear, but within me, like an echo of another life,...

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If Walls Could Talk By Alice Maraglia I often wondered...

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You can get used to a feeling as if it were an invisible cloak that gently wraps around you, So much so that you forget when it dresses you or when it disappears in the morning silence, You sink so deeply into the habit of feeling bad that you no longer recognize the light, You don't realize that...

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hello my darling he said to me as he waltzed casually back into my like AP: 1st place 2025...

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