Knows Poems - Poems about Knows

Love knows no colour A universal rainbow Embrace every heart...

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Who serves up burgers in pie squares calling them different I’d beware? Who makes the golden arches look rusty stealing the crown from ol’ Burger King? Who dulls Taco Bell’s ring? Everyone knows it’s Wendy’s ...

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the floor’s too clean like someone scrubbed out a murder. the windows don’t show anything but a brick wall. this room might be a coffin with better furniture. he leans on the kitchen counter, flicking a lighter that won’t catch just the click, over and over, a metronome counting down to madness. i sit in the corner chair, and watch the wallpaper breathe. the fridge...

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Brian died taking part of me with him The part that he lent me in 1966 Brian died and the colors diminished The notes out of rhythm and time — left unmixed (Pet Sounds-Ocean City N.J.: July, 1966)...

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A woman sitting in an old house herself, counting paper clips. Every day, was a creaking workday that reminded her addiction was in freedom— meanings of being young, being old, being in love with the back then. She’s not a fan of not being a fan of new movies. But who can blame her for blaming herself? A helicopter that flies over the barren desert land...

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I sit here smug, my secret in place, With a quiet cheesy grin upon my face. They ask me, beg me, play I-spy, and pry — But nope! Not me folks! I'm not telling why! They try to read signs stuck on my lips Unzip all my social internet blips and syncs. To see the steely poker-face stare lurking behind the smoke-screen...

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She sits there and watches the trees, waiting for that moment when life will be at ease, while her heart sings a ferocious lullaby and the clouds starts moving in the sky. There was nothing mellow about it, it was just the moment that came with the time and the people that were standing in...

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Sometimes, the longing for her overwhelms me, and no one else knows this silent pain, Most people think my pain is just poetry, just words, images from my wandering mind, They don't see the battles I fight deep within my soul, where shadows dance on the edge of memories, Maybe sometimes I lie in poetry because the truth...

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Believe the color of your dreams. See life as is, not what it seems. Love is all, love is everyone! There's meaning there, in all you've done In the showing, in the sowing, In the being, in the knowing. What comes tomorrow never knows, what is foreseen when two eyes close. ...

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May 30 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Esther 4-6 Key Verse – Esther 4:14 …Who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a time as this? FAITH IN GOD WHO KNOWS BEST WITH HIS TIME God knows best with His time for our winning delight… So great is He in leading...

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When the stars send their gentle glow, whispering winking, flirting with the shadows cast over the night’s sky breaking through the horizon – strewn haphazardly sometimes so careful to rip a wish from lips, moistened by music who weeps beyond the pines, the willows, the forest where burgundy leaves and silence, peace – rises, willing the light to stir up lyrics...

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My life at stake and I didn’t realize Where there’s truth there are lies, That good could come from bad Sorrow from what makes you glad, Life sets us in many varying guises deceit in her smile, malice in her eyes. Life is one long stretch of compromise Hard to break free before one’s demise, Heaven, hell, sin, salvation, all hearsay Life and death...

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I told my mother I loved him. She said I was wrong. I told my father I loved him. He said I was young. I did not know if either of those things were true. But I knew they did not love each other....

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The dresses on the rack were never mine. Their seams whispered secrets I couldn’t keep, stitched for girls who walked like petals in the breeze, who folded themselves small enough to disappear. I was never small. Never light. Never unseen. They spoke my name before I ever did, rolled it between their teeth like a prayer, or a curse, or a rumor...

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Amour, whether in silent mode or in glamour, Passion flows in opulence, obeys no grammar....

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