Lasting Poems - Poems about Lasting

Write Six Beautiful Lines Poetry Contest Constance La France When we were one it was fun, when we became divided he was gone By Author My little dear of where what happened to the air We were once a lovely pair with untapped rhyme and flair Then your eyes and nose flare with the fuse lighting our despair The...

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I had a crush that I adored. She was my friend's sister. One night on the porch swing, I was lucky enough to kiss her. I would flirt and tease, Trying to let her know, But if she had any interest, I never got it to show. Occasionally, we'd flirt, But that's all we'd do. I couldn't find my opening; I had tried all I knew. Eventually,...

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I heard her singing to the morn Soft and still, as if meant to warn Where the black night dwindles to day There is a joy that’s sure to stay Whisper of the bluebird in flight Rising from the murkiest night Honest as one who kneels to pray There is a joy that’s sure to stay I never knew such precious grace As the...

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too quickly the paragraphs of time we rèad. hand in hand we strolled the pages of our years standing fast against misfortunes we emerged shaped by caring and forbearing hearts refusing to imagine life devoid of one another time, years, emerged caring life....

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All these memories, All the joy, All we love, The real McCoy, A fast paced life, No time to stop, Plenty fizz in homemade pop, We did so much, We crammed it in, Somewhere safe, It's stored within, My mind is all I have to view, Those precious moments, Made with you, I try to think more of them, Instead of the trauma...

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As the twilight came into view, Moon’s gentle glow grew and grew, Silencing the music of yesterday As the stars twinkled in play Remembering her joy and peace, Winds blowing their press release. There comes a hope that never questions, Moon and stars beautiful suggestions! Remember her light, fading into the past. Such a precious friend, so steadfast. Pouring out love that will forever last, A...

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All I have of lasting value is my heart to give the antiques in the attic just gather dust plastics become brittle and metal to rust cloth disintegrates and if sentiments on cards alone what true value is a poem? as museums need constant renovation -- an indentured in and out curator -- while the heart stays with me everywhere I go -- awake or asleep unlike tides that...

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butterfly bush blooms such pink and purple colors green like late summer lavender sunshine in floral scents wandering cream clouds pondering striking hummingbird in deep purple and rubies butterfly beauties eternal evening of scenes silver like full moon rosy afternoons ...

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Creeping in the shadows Keeping it from bad hoes Reaping in the benefits Keeping em in to it Fall in to the zone alone All the The road to grown Call on that phone at home stall on that stone to loan Cash only gets em more bread Fast money money on a dead nickle Ya they tread sickles Homie they swing swing hammers They spree...

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A LASTING BEAT In life, there’s a rhythm one can feel The constant beat, a chain of islands The time signature is almost an avatar Until a last long note in that final bar That hands the baton over to silence But a performance that is always real ...

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Poetry is the exquisite expression of exquisite impressions. - Philibert Joseph Roux After the rain falls Cleansing the air, the earth With a music beyond words… My spirit praises the One who created it all for us. After the snow falls Painting the world in wonderful Whispering grace through the heart… My soul thanks the Creator of every snowflake, each sensation. After the leaf...

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Many pastors criticize me for taking the Gospel so seriously. But do they really think that on Judgment Day, Christ will chastise me, saying, 'Leonard, you took Me too seriously'? - Leonard Ravenhill (June 18, 1907 – November 27, 1994) His words, they silence the doubt inside His grace, it whispers humility – not pride His love, compares...

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Hesitating, I feel his pulse Racing, like the winds breathless Whisper, through the oaks, the pines, Forest’s redemption – erasing the melancholic Fading stars, glazing a summer sky, Embracing the mystery of two hearts, Two lives, pressed together – like petals, Saved in a bible, between the verses, Where yesterday’s psalms call, blessings Pure as the moments just before Moonlight reflects on the sea, a...

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I see...a little differently, perhaps, the last impressionist, fluent in colour and free, and then, I remember... I haven't got my glasses on, and trip into a tree....

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Silky sunsets surrender to sweet serendipity's sway As soulmates stumble upon each other's shining way Tender touches tantalize, tempting tender hearts to stay In tender tranquility, where true love's torches sway Luminous laughter lingers, a lovely, lingering sound As lovers' lips lock, lost in love's lush, lavish ground Gentle gazes glide, gathering glimmers of golden light Illuminating the path, where passion's...

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