In Poems - Poems about In

Our life a horror movie they played to us in real life In horror films black people die first We always make smart decisions And yet they still manage to find a way to erase us even in film They don't leave us alone Not in life Not in death Not even in fiction They do this to show...

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In the silent dance of time, where seconds fade like grains of sand, We will find ourselves on a train platform, where trains carry unfulfilled dreams, Or perhaps in a park, where pathways shelter steps of longing and hope, Under the watchful eyes of pigeons gathering like thoughts on the still-wet bench. Under cold raindrops falling like blessings from...

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In the realm where desire and love meet, Paths open, intertwining into endless labyrinths, Each trail bearing the burden of dreams and untamed longings, For love may begin as a gentle whisper of a spring, While desire, like a storm, rushes in with force, Both dreaming of the same destination, but on turbulent roads. Just as adventures are written from unknown...

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You came in loud like that was wise— just flung your muddy paws around, all growls and spit and cow-dumb eyes. You came in loud. This isn't turf. It’s neutral ground. Your claws too dull to even fight— the lie you told, that fish can drown. My instrument full-throttle thrives harvests now free range, as wolf-hound altered ego preys the lines. You came in loud. (2)...

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Visiting Milwaukee And the sun is blazing hot. Our tolerance, as we get old, Is something we ain’t got. So yesterday, the river walk Enticed us and we went, The temperature’s effects not really All that evident… Until, with nighttime tickets To a huge James Taylor show, The heat affected us so much, We almost didn’t go. We made it, though we didn’t stay Until...

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Q Once we have been set free from our enemy's camp is it possible for us to become re-captured? A Yes, but it's also possible for Jesus Christ to rescue us again as well. But we must first recognize our need for fresh deliverance. "Lord...

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Being in the mix of being Mixed It's confusing, yet warm and cozy—like being lost is almost easier than being brown. The choosing of which path to take—sometimes, I find it simpler to remain lost, avoiding the question of who might find me. Sitting on the fence, being mixed is the truth I carry. The quiet indulgence...

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I can still feel your lips on mine, And your fingers tangled in my hair. I still smell your sweet perfume— It lingers softly in the air. It’s as if you're with me every hour, As if your love gives my heart its power. As if I’ve known you a thousand years— And would fall for you again through joy and tears. Won’t...

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Daddy drove a truck I'm a trucker's son I'll be driving eighteen wheelers 'til my trucking days are done Momma lives for trucks looking good under the hood born in a cab I have trucking in the blood and it takes air brakes truck stops weigh stations too pedal to the metal coming on through fired up wired up shifting gears running on caffeine it's music to my ears I...

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At last, the traffic comes to a halt.. the powdered clouds peep between hill tops as a lingering sigh pinches my flesh-- half weary, half shimmering in hours moist with late afternoon's need for quietude. Clearing my mind to embrace sweet ardor's mist and the fire of gentle touches, I feel the sense of grandeur in stars above , of his affection blazing...

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No pease porridge for me if you please neither hot nor cold especially not if what's in the pot is nine days old for when in Parma Palermo or Pisa (no pottage slop) I'm predisposed and have the propensity to pour a potent potable (pink plonk) and prefer to partake of a piece of pepperoni pizza with pancetta pomodoro peperoncini porcini plus a peck of pecorino...

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Road work had been finished for the winter on an asphalt strip north of town near a nature preserve. I said good-bye to the hotel owner and he invited me back although the town was a lifetime away from my home. We shook hands. The town wore its history well with a façade of an old west town complete with a jail and post...

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In stars above our secrets hang— Our naked past unspoken of Veiled words that the talking drums bang In stars above Silent choirs delight our chain gang Even sun yolks; friendly folks shove And shout below, still mercies sang Contentment rests as a sweet dove On shoulders shattered so, they rang Minced bones jangling, but God does love In stars above...

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basement concrete blocks unfinished and grayscale ominous feeling imagining corpse has there been a murder here I get the shivers...

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June 22 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 46-50 Key Verse – Psalms 46:1 God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. FAITH IN GOD WHO IS OUR VERY PRESENT HELP IN TROUBLE God is our very present help in trouble, giving salvation joy with His grace Such upholds our secured...

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