Is Poems - Poems about Is

The Love for Eurydice is challenged by someone else Orpheus despite his own talents in music fears he has lost her to someone as talented as she is refusing to believe his talents are as great as hers due to the malefactors who wish to be around her ---------------------------------------------------------- Its clear to me it aint that complicated I didn't want to hear it but...

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The world is bleeding, each to agree : Chaotic commotion ! Indeed. Cause is ‘overpowering’ to see. Humanity is killed by greed. All around running corruption - The world is bleeding, each to agree. ...

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The sun here burns without speaking. In *Sta. Magdalena, even the wind gossips, even the silence sits beside you and calls you **"padaba." But Riyadh? Riyadh listens too much. And when I speak, my voice comes out wrapped in plastic. I eat beside men with vanished names, we all have families blurred behind remittance, eyes trained not to blink at machines, hearts trained not to shatter at...

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Row, row, row your boat Violently through the river Up creek without a paddle There is nothing left to give her Row, row, row your boat Crashing into the shore Choking on all the sea foam The venom of The Whore Row, row, row...

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It's said, "The world will bleed away." It bleeds and bleeds—one pint a day. A blood as bland as monochrome, as voices in an echo-dome. The drooling masses lap it up. And lick the anchor's shiny cup. With honeyed words that tickle ears. Or doomsday chants, neurotic fears. One pint a spew of ink on page; the next a clip to...

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ingrained inbred ignorance ignited Ivan infuriating infatuated Inez, Iowa’s individualist indulging Ivan’s inebriated indolent mother who initiated Ivan’s inexorable, inflexible ideas....

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Satan Ghostly haunt dirty men He looks like a Gossamer adviser He is not found in Grave so man may rest in peace Satan for sure loves Godforsaken places Satan followers shall have grief-stricken end because of loss and deprivation Groaning is main result of opening gate for Satan to comes in and obsess...

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I found this on a You Tube Christian podcast: An elderly woman, when she was 66 years old, became critically sick for two years and was abandoned by all but not by our God! Friends and family members were totally worn out from taking care of her and not because a lack of their compassion. They found...

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The world is bleeding, from the inside out, with a punctured heart ready to burst. Call Universal O- blood donors. They may be able to save the most first. A rain of tears cleanses streets from the red- stained, dripping sheet-shrouds oozing children's blood. While flesh is shredded from human bone by- natural forces of wind, earth, and flood. The world lies,...

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Behold the time is no longer near; It is now. I have shouted, I have whispered, And still, you do not hear. Let the one with ears listen For when I and My grace depart, There will be no more delay, And salvation shall be bought with blood. Return to Me, O Israel My chosen, My delight. Who is Israel? Not those born of...

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I’ve run into this truth three times now I know I’m hard to love. But every I love you I ever gave Was carved from the depths of my soul. It wasn’t light. It wasn’t fleeting. It was real. And it hurt. Reading old messages, Seeing your name, Thinking of being with you— It tears through me Like love turned blade. Each memory driving it deeper. It got unbearable. Not...

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I’ve run into this truth three times now I know I’m hard to love. But every I love you I ever gave Was carved from the depths of my soul. It wasn’t light. It wasn’t fleeting. It was real. And it hurt. Reading old messages, Seeing your name, Thinking of being with you— It tears through me Like love turned blade. Each memory driving it deeper. It got unbearable. Not...

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In the stillness of the morning light, A promise whispers through the fading night— The signs are stirring in the skies above, A call to faith, a cry of endless love. We were lost but now we see, Grace has walked the road with glee. Salvation is nearer than ever before, The door is open, the veil is no more. Hearts awaken, the...

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Becoming the screen upon which forms dance, eternal vibration of God’s heartbeat, realm or domain any, erect our stance, fully enabled, sitting at God’s feet. The seeker who once sought has vaporised, in the cave of the heart, as a bliss flame, where living light of Self is realised; fabulous but yet not our final aim. We always were, are and will be...

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Flickering lights cast shadows on the crowd, Each chasing hopes that slip through their hands. Trains whistle past in endless circles, Rushing toward visions that never stay. I stand beneath a single blinking light, Waiting quietly as the crowd fades away. No need to follow fading tracks, No rush to catch a train that disappears. The platform empties, footsteps soften, Only my shadow remains,...

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