Inbetween Poems - Poems about Inbetween

If there’s no sense in dying Than what’s the sense in living If both conditions are The same, than it makes sense For lovers life is special It’s based on recognition That’s where I belong, love says This is my soul I see Forever after it goes on In its eternal spin The real love is never gone It always there within We never die, and...

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Space Inbetween There's that moment in time where you starring at SPACE Not outaspace, just starring the INBETWEEN But all you can see is the start or end of something Your eyes tearing as you still try and make something out As if its a starring contest with oneself To others you thinking deep To...

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Hearing every raindrop Feeling every grain of sand Uniqueness of each snowflake Counting every hair-like strand The infinity of heaven And the stars that soar within Or eight billion human faces Wearing resources to thin What of all the tiny protons Whizzing all round.. Electrons and neutrinos Do their thing without a sound. Overwhelming are the numbers Or infinitesimal, it seems Far more...

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Inbetweeness inwardsness in facsimile contrasts energy deployed innovatively an equilibrium of parallels pursued interwoven overlaid lines with circles in reciprocal motifs counterpoint visualisaed...

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cast shadows we all did smile escaping pain glances music still dances in bass tremored fog sweat spaces 2020 the year we lost the hug i have no regret knee against my neck humanity lost respect your species i reject leaving oh a plain jet heading for the yet catching what i get sick of the never met solid never......Set finish with an..A Something a...New Whats better than................Trend...

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I seem to remember a golden post-toddler childhood in which each day was a journey ecstatically timeless, yet within bookends of coral dawn and bruised dusk, between waking from true timeless sleep and returning to my evoluting inside place for adventurous pilgrimage, courage in face of nightmares, curiosity looking full-face between inside enchantments and outside ecstasies. But now I am that parent who calls to liturgical dinner, harvests and buys the...

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? Flames or ice. Hellfire or holy water. Sacrilegious or sacrifice, Depends on the alter. I saw it all in black and white Until I no longer felt sad or happy No longer just wrong or just right All lines blurred the feeling Until I feel nothing. It's a weird word that encompass shallow breathing It's wild state of...

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People love the boldness of Bryan Adams. Or elsewhere seek the sweetness of Taylor. Who would listen to my voice? That lingers somewhere in between. They die to acquire Gates´wealth. And pity on the people of Somalia. Who would appreciate my fortune? That lingers somewhere in between. The toppers were awarded. The failures were criticized. Nobody noticed my mark, That lingers somewhere in between. People gasp at...

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In between work and college it seems. I struggle for air In between the two lions of hate and love standing there. Hates there you can't deny its unmoving stare Love seems lost routine over-rides friendship over-rides any love you once knew. If ever you knew a soft touch, gentle pull, small kiss Feeling. Maybe you did, Now things just seem black Not white just black...

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I choose not to see things as just black or white, knowing there are many shades of each....

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It’s all one long poem. Ephemeral love. My evanescent queen Seasonal spirit. Elemental creature Sculpts creation; As we define dominion The space has mastered us Terminable yet eternal This amaranthine ghost A dimensional drift. Consciousness shift Consumption and means to exist float apart in a universal rift I destroy families Tearing apart every home as I go....

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Poet's Notes: My poet's notes must precede the next Echo Poem as well because the poet has not given me permission to publish her poems on my site. I can, of course, reference her poems without restriction. So the TH in the title here is short for Treasure Hunt. To really enjoy my poem to the...

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A song between songs, it is all wrong, bend, twist, pretend, forget, far beyond, to far fetched, it never ends 'inbetween' A song between songs, its all mixed up, Imformation,opinions, right or wrong, another step when lines are drawn, it's gone on for so long ...

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Everything chokes up, But in a good way, I think. Being tickled by imaginary hands, but your words are all so real. Maybe denial seems like the right word; Am I ready to admit to this satisfaction? The worse the idea, the more appealing it feels. For you to reel me in, Effortless, My restraints are none. I have no caution. Throw me to the wind,...

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Could there be a feeling stronger than this? , where every corner of my heart is now at peace. Who would have thought that with each passing day, i would long for this feeling i feel in my heart to forever stay. It first came the very day i set my eyes on you, it's like every...

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