Kneels Poems - Poems about Kneels

...There are things the soul asks that the mouth cannot carry, not because they hurt, but because they were born before pain and before the first word God ever dared to whisper. I came into the w......

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...if your juliet smile would laugh and call my name, with love that would set the stars to flame, i'd bow my head, won't dare to see the eyes that spelled the end of me. in her eyes, the storm-li......

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... My soles press soft into sidewalks. I leave a trail of graphite steps They etch out my first sentence— a diary in crayon, a novel in margins Time sharpens the graphite steps I stroll thr......

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...Glass-foot by Gabrielle Munslow She kneels on glass. Two jagged rocks, hidden—clenched behind her back. Secrets. Her mouth open, not in benediction but for unholy things. He looks down......

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...Inspired by the 2024 U.S. "Cosmic Cliffs" stamp (Scott #5828), featuring a James Webb Space Telescope image of the Carina Nebula. Dune d r o ......

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...I sit on a throne of unfinished things, wearing a crown of missed chances, a robe of echoes and brittle stances, stitched with the pull of quiet strings. My mini palace is kept on my palm, bui......

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...Beware the lion that walks in silence. He roars not in markets, nor chants in parades— He sharpens his claws beneath the rubble, And his vengeance waits in plain sight. O Israel, Do not live i......

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...Maybe love is forever Or at least long enough Maybe devotion is definite Or will at least last a lifetime Maybe you can have everything in the palm of your hand Because I once saw a man With hi......

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...War is no one’s friend It smiles with fire, and devours to the end. It begins with banners, chants, and threats, But it ends in silence, graves, and tears. We know how it starts, loud, proud, p......

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...She rose at dawn and laid the mat, not from longing, but from old habit. She bowed, then sat, hands curled in form, but the heart lagged— a breath behind. Whispers once lush now stumbled......

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...## 1. A morning cloaked in guile arrives, It breathes upon my land, no light, This realm now bound in frost's cold curse, Where hearts are held in icy night. ## 2. The spirits of the blameles......

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...A poet worth his salt is one that feels each vowel he is tossing in the air; And poetry's the altar where he kneels to thank the Almighty in a fervent prayer. He works as hard as fifty slaves c......

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...—A Cry from the Rubble to the Thrones of Power— In Gaza, the sky does not fall— It rains fire. Children sleep beneath concrete tombs, Mothers wail into hollow winds, And the olive trees B......

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...My mother bathes her mother’s feet. She kneels in quiet reverence, Raising the one who raised her. Hands cupping water as if it were holy. Her hands speak a language older than words. The langua......

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...My mother bathes her mother’s feet. She kneels in quiet reverence, Raising the one who raised her. Hands cupping water as if it were holy. Her hands speak a language older than words. The langua......

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