Its Not Over Yet Poems - Poems about Its Not Over Yet

I’m not there yet and that’s ok Two steps forward one and half step backward The war is won by inches not feet I’ve been here and my vision is blurred That’s ok because I know the fog isn’t forever Sometime you have to take a hit to get a hit Bittersweet deserves its own hotel key Despite it all I still...

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You are not here, yet you've never truly left, you are like a dream wrestling in the morning mist, floating in the silence between two deep breaths, where my heart awaits the echo of a forgotten name. My words are swallows caught in memories, flying through the sky of our lost twilight, and sometimes I smile as if I've found solace, but...

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if it were up to me i wouldn't be here. i would have left a long time ago. but others expect things of me. things that i have to do. and so i do them. and i'm not dead yet. from the minute we are born, we are treated like clay. carefully handled, molded by the hands of each person we come in contact with. so i'm sorry...

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The storm sneaked into the valley She had no forethought of what she might do But the more she thought about the town And what they had done to her trees The angrier she became These morons had cut down almost every tree around her meadow There was no windbreak, so she figured they deserved an EF5 She came in quietly, just...

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She smiled as she looked at the old man sitting across the room with whom she’s shared a life for 50 years… 50 years of joy and laughter mixed with a sprinkling of tears. Just looking at him sometimes can cause her memories to stir. She remembers, as if it were yesterday, the moment he proposed to her… How he...

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I never noticed your age, creeping up but never reflected in your face. Your voice still warms and soothes me. "Nana's here!" Was my war cry, and now my children's. I'm not jealous, more of a passing the gong. Love is limitless as you always told me, to share you with my closest people is...

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I look at my dad hair and feel conflicted disgusted that it is this bad, great that it reminds me of Daddy he has been gone twelve years But I have his face, and I have his hair so how can I get angry about either? I look into the mirror in the morning smile and say “Hi, Dad”. I know I need...

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I am not ready to give up without trying my best to thrive...

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Not done yet Jason Doig joined the South Australia Police as a cadet in 1989 Commencing his service as team orientated officer so inclined Between 1995 to 1998 he served as a Naval Reserve diver too Giving his time and skill for Australia freely as his duty to do But he was not done yet He served the...

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The morning is creeping all over my skin and a distant wind is blowing cold breeze in front of me and reality has come back to haunt me. “What are you doing here?” a silent voice burst out of the atmosphere, “look at you, no one is taking care of you! You need new clothes; new...

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Not Ready Yet Give me just one more day of Christmas jubilee Not ready to let go of Christmas, yet Or stop gathering flecks of stardust Scattered from the Heavens Still reveling in the sweet aroma of frankincense Or bovine straw Lingering on evening's breath To walk by candles in the window Enchanted by twinkling lights of welcome. My...

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It’s not over yet so don’t get up and fret, it is not over yet until all is in place and everyone is ready for the big race. You have put a fake face on the screen to accomplish your sordid dreams while your dirty little secret is stacked away working her brains out every...

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In three billion years the sun dies, Earth with it and the ring around Saturn too. When will the apple fall? Will it fall close or roll? The apple rots eventually, the tree forgets and fly’s brains are too minuscule to understand at all how to mourn. Grey hairs mean death. It starts with the milk teeth twisted out, in...

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I am not done yet until all of you speak the truth, I am not done yet until I obtain justice for my brutal youth, you kick me around like ball and blame me for every brawl, you set up your henchmen to kill me to obtain a blood-stained victory. Victory over who and for...

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I’m not done yet, though I have realized; that all this life experience, this world, this reality, is all about me, not you for you and I are character parts, expressions of the same Consciousness. Am I and you God? It would be blasphemy to deny that Wellspring, that Godhead. It is mind that creates everything – truth, actuality, emotions, hate and love, separation, dog and daffodils, just mind. The...

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