Isnt Poems - Poems about Isnt

"Isn’t she a bit odd?" a PTA lady asked me. I did not know what to say. She was my cousin, so not odd to me. The others fell silent. "I think she came to one of our meetings, " one said. "I remember that," another chimed in. "She didn’t fit in so well." Probably because you were so welcoming,...

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She cannot be a witch, the children cry. She is our great-grandmother, we call her Vi. She comes floating down the stair and gives them the eye. What are you speaking of? And she asks them why. Someone called you a witch, the children said. Oh, yes, she agreed. “Until I am dead.” You know that a witch can paint her...

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“When all you thought was true, isn’t ...” When all you thought was true, isn’t an interesting conversation sashays in opening channels has begun quite alien epistemological holy smoking light ray stun gun (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) “Narayan”/The Prodigy https://youtu.be/bzVjZu4fl4o “UFOs, Religion & Technology”/UAP Society https://youtu.be/FoWKTjSUx3s Kyiv Astronomers capture “UAPs everywhere” using meteor-tracking software https://youtu.be/E2ZSlLH0TzE “The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the...

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A poet is never happy A poet is never stoic A place where it doesn’t belong Is a place a poet calls home. Forty Quinn was right, If a person doesn’t have trauma, It’s not a person at all. What does a rich poet matter if not for the poor in spirit? My definition, I dare implore Building this home into a picture perfect...

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You think you found the one It isn’t the first time either You trust them completely You tell them everything you would tell the one you thought you would spend your life with Next thing you know everything goes to hell in a hand basket Once again love slips through your fingers It turns out to be all a lie once...

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When papa brought me home, I felt loved from the start. I had no problem giving all of you my whole heart, You all never made me feel like canine, I was family. I was protective towards you all; I gave all of me, When I ran out the gate, I ran after my little brother Aimed to keep him...

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(a firefly poem) Love isn’t easy to find, it’s ?well-camouflaged....

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Unfair treatment at the hands of a boss Power mad, slanderous causing me loss Invalidated, worthless and lost, Friends disregarding never giving a toss Walking alone with no purpose or value stuck in a zone where there’s no me and you an individual lost, pointless confused Never awarded rewards always feeling used No one cared...

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Every Day Isn’t (Toast & Orange Juice) Written: by Miracle Man June 14, 2021 In the spring of my life, when leaf was green. Thoughts were fixed on, places & things unseen. But as life progressed, those yearnings chilled. Many earlier aspirations, are now filed, unfulfilled. My body now covered, with markings of time. Leaving me to fantasize, back to my prime. My smile has vanished, replaced by frown. I sit and...

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I’m half me Are you half you We’ve given up Still there’s much to lose We’re lying here together When we should call a truce For fighting off these feelings There really is no use What we’re in....isn’t love We’ve settled for What’s not part of us We both miss The passion and lust Cause what we’re in.... isn’t love Would you like coming home To...

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Temptation isn’t Sin Written: by Miracle man October 19, 2020 We don’t have to sin each time we’re tempted, * because God makes for us an avenue of escape. A Christian doesn’t go through life untempted, but with each temptation our character we reshape. Like leeches on skin Satan adheres to your soul, not always leaving telltale scars in sight. It’s always little...

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I hide in my room from the bull this house draws in, and puts out through the people inside. I miss the happiness this house had. I miss feelings welcome, and loved in this house... Its not home anymore. Home: 1. A place filled with people you love, and who love you. 2.A place you feel safe Home is...

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Death isn’t the end It can’t be It’s not that I feel you here I wish that I could so badly I look for signs that you’re near Death isn’t the end It can’t be You’re on my mind constantly I hear your voice Your laugh Your screech I imagine exactly how you’d be Death isn’t the end It can’t be You had so much more left to give To...

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If i fell apart, would i really die If you found out i got hurt, would you even cry Why am i alive, i wish that i could die, The horrid pain of death, needles in my spine This death that i speak of, i think i’ll call it life My chest is so heavy, it’s become hard to smile ...

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