Its Poems - Poems about Its

In the deep silence of the night, when the world halts its whispers and time seems to hold its breath, An inner stillness emerges, complete like death, where only the echo of the soul gently vibrates, As if we are stepping into a tomb of memories, where every stone bears the weight of silence, And it is precisely...

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A FAITH-BASED PERSPECTIVE OF WAR AND ITS DESTINY Murder is a crime Unless it’s in war; Then it’s all legal: A death penalty For the innocent:- Our reality, Is not of heaven; Wars have no angels: Only its demons; Scavengers of peace:- Yet, let’s be of faith, Laboring in love God is on our side, And has canvassed hope: ARMAGEDDON:- ...

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if tomorrow happens to be what ive waited so long for, then my eyes might start to pour. ill say yes, although you already knew. i never lost you, only tried. but not even once did my heart say goodbye. ive tried letting go, tried to forget. but something about you, your love, my soul could not reset. i...

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EARTH HOLDS ITS BREATH distant rumble growls a promise hangs in the air earth holds its breath still ...

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it was unnecessary and unkind. all you did was cut me off from conversing with the very community of which you speak, of which I am a part. if you want the whole place to yourself, you’ll have to use your words— I don’t do any better with hints than you. that’s why I left, your inability to read the room or allow...

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Its time to pay your rent. ...

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it's no longer l~~o~~n~~g~ the patient w—a—i—t for your s*m*i*l*e ...

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No I won’t be afraid to speak my mind. I’ll speak it with empathy though, I promise to keep it kind. No I won’t be contained by negative thinking. Not anymore. All of those thoughts are to be mopped up off the floor. No, thats not me, I am persistent, consistent, resistant, a brilliantly bonkers personal assistant. On the outside I am anyway....

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"Lingering leaves of gold frolic in the wind" and though their twirling is such a beautiful sight, the limbs of the trees look as if they've been thinned, so those trees seem desolate in the twilight. Also, the day of my birthday came fast, so no sooner had sweet autumn arrived, then September had already passed. Sadly, early fall cannot be revived. Oh,...

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In the morning's silence, when the sun barely opens its eyelids over the world, I look back at the child I once was, carefree and without shadows of doubt, When love was just a word hidden in the corners of the heart, A secret slipping stealthily, whispering stories untouched by time. I remember learning words, words that danced in...

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Under the summer sky, where the sun casts its rays like a skilled painter, I find myself in the memory of childhood, where every moment was a story, And ripe cherries smiled at me from the branches, like ruby jewels, A branch tapped on my window, whispering that a new moon was secretly born. Hey, come see how the...

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What's it like to get what makes you feel whole, not even whole jus gives you a reason to live? Gives you a season to look forward to. No expectations held at all. That door was closed at the beginning. No way I could find a person who has as much as me to give.  Simple...

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In the silence of a frozen morning, when the cold weaves its crystal cloak over the world, I will never say "I love you," not because I don't feel it, but because those words, Thrown like coins at the feet of strangers, cannot bear the weight of what I feel, They are too small, too worn out, too...

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The cashier guessed I was 58 The bagger, less than that They know how to make this shopper feel great I’ll be shopping there every May 28 ...

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Palindrome Poem...Reverse Verse about our Perverse Universe (flip gravity.. what goes down must then come up - sorry..read down then back up) "In this place we all call home Monstrously Machiavellian Doesn’t have to be Islands of strangers Ominously Orwellian Tribal totems & talismans tome Demagogic Or Pedagogic logic Instead could still see Rangers free from dangers roam Embraces spaces for all races & faces Riffs not tiffs...

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