Leaned On Poems - Poems about Leaned On

...In seventh grade’s uncertain glow, She sat outside where shadows grow. Backpacks slumped, the sunlight waned, While restless truths could not be named. A thought slipped free, both shy and sly,......

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...I once saw a soul hold a brush— when my eyes first fell in love with the Sistine Chapel ceiling. Michelangelo, with the sweep of his hand, took me through space and time, into a cathedral of bli......

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...I saw a streak of living flame, with no regard for rule or name; It tumbled through the morning grass, as if the sun had come to pass. Its paws struck earth in tiny drums, like thunder where t......

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...In my soul, transcending this world, I aspire to become anything other than a mere being made of flesh. A light awaits me, attainable by a simple touch. My whole being vibrates as I strive to reach......

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... The candle breathed a final sigh, We let the dark come a drifting by. Held you close, so soft, so near, To find where your dreams appear. As we slipped into the moonlit pond. Awaiting the wade......

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... Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art ! "Bite me" he says to an empty sky Oh my! ......

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...I vanished soft a stolen breath, a hush between the lips of death. But ink remembers how I taste, how slow I draw, how sweet, how chaste then twist the lace and let it slide, a metaphor with hip......

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...The home where Chella grew up, in the ghetto of Liberty City Florida, had beige carpets so old that pieces of the tuft and twirl would come out of the backing under-foot. The apartment window shade......

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...I called you this morning, life, for a bitter tea, We, who never knew how to exchange a true word, We, who danced on the same tense wire, Your eyes are estranged from me, the traces of past battle......

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...I. The Pastor’s Hand At dawn’s brittle cusp— he climbs, each step a nail in time’s coffin breath ragged a Psalm torn mid-hymn. The rope tastes of incense and myrrh— Li......

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... Every dawn looks the same. I chased the sun. I pleaded with the skies. I waited behind my watching eyes. I needed to break the knot. I wasn’t made for straight lines. I taught t......

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...colorful butterfly faerie flew into the garden today The marigolds, lilies and lilacs all leaned her way Wanting a favor, a glimpse, a look at her gown She had a terrific personality, and no kind ......

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... A love match perfect until the truth won out she was a natural imp and a gifted daughter of nature he was a darkling with mortal appearance to try and gain what wasn't his he tried to cast her ......

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... This poem speaks for voices smothered by silence and those who returned home to find safety was another room for disbelief. They were climbing stairs—she and her brother, bags rustling with h......

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... When you steal, it’s more than an object you take— You sever a thread in the soul you forsake. That bracelet? A gift from a mother now gone. That wallet? A dream that someone leaned on. ......

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